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, come on,
We it higher

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

Cold-blooded (come on) cold-blooded,
(Hit em with the) rough and rugged (come on) 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 think I taste these horns
I want you to these horns, come on now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) cold-blooded (yeah)
(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) 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
with golf, getting blowed on the course
I be magazines, but then buy the source
Can't explain why the force, is me
Known to a rapper down, like bobby did Whitney
sissies strut like this is beat street in backpacks
Bragging how don't eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em with they skateboard, flee the crime
With a rhyme scheme to frauds
Make become queens, run things like a rasta 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 done of, a master plan, it goes