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, on, hard-core
We take it

Yo, yo
My little daughter, started, school
Brother com, gotta make our move
The stylist and with vibrance
The of times with rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a terrible thing to
Rap life's a dream that seems for real
A nigga wake up, superstar, no acres
After, traveling the to see paper's just 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 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 numbers from my grandmother like
I rock the patchwork fast I'm in to win but begin to sin
We're in to win hen's and heineken's
for each and greet the meek with speech
To seek and cause pete, shit gets deep
I freak, that come out
At night, when cats pull the gun out
Go on and on and, to the of when the
Sound run out, run out, out
C uhh,

(come on) cold-blooded, hard-core
(Hit em with the) rough and (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 wanna taste these
I you to taste these horns, come on now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) cold-blooded (yeah)
(Ain't it) rough and (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, intense MC, sent to be the
On the industry I
With talk, coke and a Hennesey walk
My imagery talks, metaphors and similes
Time for war, my artillery caulks the nigga
I'm 'em soft
Dealing 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 don't eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em with they skateboard, flee the scene
With a rhyme scheme to frauds
Make broads queens, run things like a rasta sprinter
The way you the game I rub off like henner
I remain like a tattoo with raps
Copy like a fax that's y'all facts
Battle is where it began, I'ma end it wherever I land
I done thought of, a plan, it goes