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 take it

Yo, yo
My little daughter, started, nursery
Brother com, gotta make our through
The stylist and with vibrance
The of times with rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a terrible to spill
Rap life's like a that seems for real
A nigga wake up, superstar, with no
After, traveling the world to see paper's just
Streets take ya, back and forth a shaker
I'm a slave to the rhythm's off
I get the job done, but some days I take off
D be like, we got no time for that!
Questlove said, we 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 like kraftwerk
I rock the patchwork 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 gets
I freak, styles come out
At night, most cats pull the gun out
Go on and on and, to the break of the
Sound run out, run out, out
C uhh,

(come on) cold-blooded, hard-core
(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 wanna taste horns
I you to taste these horns, come on now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) (yeah) hard-core
(Ain't it) and rugged (uh) rugged and raw
(Yeah baby that's what I'm about
on, give em, give us a little 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 little of this here)
For you and yours, for you and

The simps,
These studs me,
As a, intense MC, sent to be the
On the industry I
With penitentiary talk, coke and a walk
My imagery talks, metaphors and stalk
Time for war, my artillery caulks the nigga
I'm 'em soft
with golf, getting blowed on the course
I be dissing magazines, but then buy the
Can't explain why the force, is me
Known to bring a down, like bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies like this is beat street in backpacks
how they don't eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em with they skateboard, flee the crime
With a rhyme scheme to escape
Make broads become queens, run things like a rasta
The way you want the 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 thought of, a master plan, it goes