Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Blooded

Cold-blooded, cold-blooded,
Rough and rugged, and raw
For you and your-your, for you and
You got the c to the, huh,
it,huh, come on, hard-core
We take it

Yo, yo
My little daughter, started, school
com, gotta make our move through
The stylist and violence with
The of times with rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a thing to spill
Rap life's a dream that seems for real
A nigga wake up, superstar, no acres
After, traveling the world to see paper's just
Streets take ya, back and forth like a
I'm a slave to the rhythm's off
I get the job done, but some days I take off
D be like, we ain't got no for that!
said, we ain't got no time for that!
My old bird like, we ain't got no for that!
So I when my back hurts
Play the numbers from my grandmother kraftwerk
I rock the fast I'm in to win but then begin to sin
We're in to win with hen's and
Beast for and greet the meek with speech
To seek and peak cause pete, gets deep
I freak, styles come out
At night, when most cats the gun out
Go on and on and, to the of when the
run out, run out, r-run out
C uhh,

Cold-blooded (come on) cold-blooded,
(Hit em with the) and rugged (come on) rugged and raw
(Hey) for you and yours, for you and
You got the c, uhh, (yeah)
Cold-blooded (come on)
(Ain't it funky) and rugged, rugged and raw
For you and yours, for you and
(Yo, yo I-I I wanna taste these horns
I you to taste these horns, come on now)
C, the (uh) cold-blooded (yeah) hard-core
(Ain't it) rough and (uh) rugged and raw
(Yeah baby that's what I'm talking
come on, em, give us a little more)
For you and yours, for you and
C to the, (nasty) cold-blooded, hard-core
(Come on) and rugged, rugged and raw
(Yo, alright let let me get a little taste of here)
For you and yours, for you and

The simps,
These studs me,
As a, intense MC, to be the reign
On the industry I
With talk, coke and a Hennesey walk
My imagery talks, metaphors and similes
Time for war, my artillery caulks the nigga
I'm killing 'em
Dealing with golf, getting blowed on the
I be dissing magazines, but then buy the
explain why the force, is with me
Known to bring a rapper down, like did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies strut like is beat street in backpacks
Bragging how they don't eat and abstract
I backsmack em with they skateboard, flee the scene
With a scheme to escape frauds
Make broads become queens, run things a rasta sprinter
The way you want the I rub off like henner
I remain like a tattoo with natural
Copy a fax that's y'all actual facts
Battle raps is it began, I'ma end it wherever I land
I thought of, a master plan, it goes