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,
Ain't it,huh, on, hard-core
We take it

Yo, yo
My daughter, started, nursery school
com, gotta make our move through
The stylist and violence vibrance
The sign of times with rhyme shit is
The is a terrible thing to spill
Rap life's like a dream seems for real
A nigga up, superstar, with no acres
After, traveling the world to see paper's paper
Streets take ya, and forth like a shaker
I'm a slave to the rhythm's off
I get the job done, but some days I wanna off
D be like, we ain't got no for that!
Questlove said, we got no time for that!
My old bird like, we got no time for that!
So I rhyme my back hurts
Play the numbers from my grandmother 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 each and greet the meek with
To seek and peak cause pete, shit deep
I freak, styles that out
At night, when most pull 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 with the) 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 taste these horns
I want you to these horns, come on now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) (yeah) hard-core
(Ain't it) and rugged (uh) rugged and raw
(Yeah baby what I'm talking about
come on, give em, give us a 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 taste of this here)
For you and yours, for you and

The simps,
These mention me,
As a, MC, sent to be the reign
On the I came
With penitentiary talk, and a Hennesey walk
My imagery talks, metaphors and similes
Time for war, my caulks the hardest nigga
I'm 'em soft
with golf, getting blowed on the course
I be dissing magazines, but then buy the
explain why the force, is with me
Known to a rapper down, like bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies strut like this is beat street in
Bragging how they don't eat meat and
I backsmack em with they skateboard, flee the crime
With a scheme to escape frauds
Make broads become queens, run things a rasta sprinter
The way you the game I rub off like henner
I remain like a tattoo natural raps
like a fax that's y'all actual facts
Battle raps is where it began, I'ma end it wherever I
I done thought of, a master plan, it