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,
it,huh, come on, hard-core
We it higher

Yo, yo
My little daughter, started, nursery
Brother com, gotta make our through
The stylist and violence vibrance
The sign of times with rhyme shit is
The mind is a terrible thing to
Rap life's like a dream that seems for
A nigga wake up, superstar, no acres
After, traveling the world to see paper's just
take ya, back and forth like a shaker
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!
Questlove said, we got no time for that!
My old like, we ain't got no time for that!
So I rhyme when my 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 and heineken's
for each and greet the meek with speech
To seek and peak pete, shit gets deep
I freak, that come out
At night, when most cats the gun out
Go on and on and, to the break of the
run out, run out, r-run out
C uhh,

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

The simps,
studs mention me,
As a, intense MC, sent to be the
On the I came
penitentiary talk, coke and a Hennesey walk
My imagery talks, and similes stalk
Time for war, my artillery the hardest nigga
I'm 'em soft
Dealing with golf, getting blowed on the
I be dissing magazines, but then buy the
Can't why the force, is with me
Known to bring a rapper down, like bobby did
Sophisticated sissies strut like is beat street in backpacks
Bragging how they eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em they skateboard, flee the crime scene
With a scheme to escape frauds
Make broads become queens, run things like a sprinter
The way you the game I rub off like henner
I remain like a tattoo natural raps
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