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 take it

Yo, yo
My little daughter, started, school
Brother com, gotta our move through
The and violence with vibrance
The sign of with rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a thing to spill
Rap life's like a dream seems for real
A nigga wake up, superstar, with no
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 days I wanna take off
D be like, we got no time for that!
said, we ain't got no time for that!
My old bird like, we ain't got no for that!
So I when my back hurts
Play the from my grandmother like kraftwerk
I rock the fast I'm in to win but then begin to sin
We're in to win hen's and heineken's
Beast for each and the meek with speech
To seek and peak cause pete, gets deep
I freak, styles come 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,

(come on) cold-blooded, hard-core
(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 taste these horns
I want you to taste these horns, 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 about
come on, give em, give us a more)
For you and yours, for you and
C to the, cold-blooded (nasty) cold-blooded,
(Come on) and rugged, 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 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 killing 'em
Dealing with golf, getting on the course
I be magazines, but then buy the source
Can't why the force, is with me
Known to bring a rapper down, bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies strut like this is street in backpacks
Bragging how they don't eat meat and
I em with they skateboard, flee the crime scene
a rhyme scheme to escape frauds
Make broads become queens, run things a rasta sprinter
The way you want the game I rub off like
I remain a tattoo with natural raps
Copy like a fax that's actual facts
Battle is where it began, I'ma end it wherever I land
I done thought of, a plan, it goes