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,
it,huh, come on, hard-core
We take it

Yo, yo
My little daughter, started, school
Brother com, gotta make our through
The and violence with vibrance
The sign of with rhyme shit is timeless
The is a terrible thing to spill
Rap life's a dream that seems for real
A nigga up, superstar, with no acres
After, traveling the to see paper's just paper
Streets ya, back and forth like a shaker
I'm a to the rhythm's breaking off
I get the job done, but some I wanna 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 fast I'm in to win but begin to sin
in to win with hen's and heineken's
Beast for and greet the meek with speech
To seek and cause pete, shit gets deep
I freak, styles that out
At night, when cats 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)
(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 these horns
I you to taste these horns, come on now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) (yeah) hard-core
(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) rough and rugged, and raw
(Yo, let let me get a little taste of this here)
For you and yours, for you and

The simps,
studs mention me,
As a, intense MC, sent to be the
On the I came
With talk, coke and a Hennesey walk
My imagery talks, metaphors and stalk
Time for war, my caulks the hardest nigga
I'm 'em soft
with golf, getting blowed 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, like bobby did
Sophisticated sissies like this is beat street in backpacks
how they don't eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em they 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 game I rub off like
I remain like a tattoo with natural
Copy like a fax that's y'all facts
Battle is where it began, I'ma end it wherever I land
I thought of, a master plan, it goes