Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Blooded

Cold-blooded, cold-blooded,
and rugged, rugged and raw
For you and your-your, for you and
You got the c to the, huh,
Ain't it,huh, on, hard-core
We take it

Yo, yo
My daughter, started, nursery school
Brother com, gotta make our move
The and violence with vibrance
The sign of times rhyme shit is timeless
The is a terrible thing to spill
Rap life's like a dream that for real
A wake up, superstar, with 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 breaking off
I get the job done, but days I wanna 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 rhyme when my back
Play the numbers from my grandmother kraftwerk
I rock the patchwork fast I'm in to win but begin to sin
We're in to win with and heineken's
Beast for each and greet the with speech
To seek and peak pete, shit gets deep
I freak, styles that out
At night, when most pull the gun out
Go on and on and, to the of when the
Sound run out, run out, out
C uhh,

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

The simps,
These mention me,
As a, intense MC, sent to be the
On the I came
With penitentiary talk, and a Hennesey walk
My imagery talks, metaphors and stalk
Time for war, my artillery caulks the hardest
I'm killing 'em
Dealing with golf, blowed on the course
I be dissing magazines, but buy the source
explain why the force, is with me
Known to a rapper down, like bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies strut like this is beat in backpacks
Bragging how they don't eat and abstract
I backsmack em with they skateboard, flee the scene
With a rhyme scheme to escape
Make broads become queens, run things a rasta sprinter
The way you want the game I rub off like
I remain like a tattoo with natural
Copy like a fax that's y'all facts
Battle raps is where it began, I'ma end it I land
I thought of, a master plan, it goes