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 little daughter, started, nursery
Brother com, gotta make our move
The and violence with vibrance
The sign of with rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a terrible 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 a shaker
I'm a to the rhythm's breaking 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 like, we ain't got no time for that!
So I rhyme when my hurts
Play the numbers from my like kraftwerk
I rock the patchwork fast I'm in to win but then to sin
We're in to win hen's and heineken's
Beast for each and greet the meek with
To and peak cause pete, shit gets deep
I freak, that come out
At night, when most pull the gun out
Go on and on and, to the break of the
Sound run out, run out, 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) rough and 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) and rugged (uh) rugged and raw
(Yeah baby that's what I'm 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) rough and rugged, and raw
(Yo, alright let let me get a taste of this 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
penitentiary talk, coke and a Hennesey walk
My imagery talks, metaphors and stalk
Time for war, my artillery caulks the nigga
I'm 'em soft
Dealing with golf, getting on the course
I be magazines, but then buy the source
explain why the force, is with me
Known to bring a rapper down, bobby did Whitney
sissies strut like this is beat street in backpacks
Bragging how they don't eat and abstract
I backsmack em with skateboard, flee the crime scene
With a rhyme to escape frauds
Make broads become queens, run things a rasta sprinter
The way you want the I rub off like henner
I remain a tattoo with natural raps
Copy like a fax that's y'all actual
Battle raps is where it began, end it wherever I land
I thought of, a master plan, it goes