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 it higher

Yo, yo
My little daughter, started, school
com, gotta make our move through
The stylist and violence with
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 up, superstar, with no acres
After, traveling the world to see just paper
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 ain't got no for that!
said, we ain't got no time for that!
My old like, we ain't got no time for that!
So I rhyme my back hurts
Play the numbers my grandmother like kraftwerk
I rock the patchwork fast I'm in to win but begin to sin
We're in to win with 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 cats the gun out
Go on and on and, to the of when the
run out, run out, r-run out
C uhh,

Cold-blooded (come on) cold-blooded,
(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 I wanna taste 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 that's what I'm talking about
on, give em, give us a little more)
For you and yours, for you and
C to the, cold-blooded (nasty) cold-blooded,
(Come on) and rugged, 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, MC, sent to be the reign
On the I came
With penitentiary talk, coke and a walk
My imagery talks, metaphors and stalk
for war, my artillery caulks the hardest nigga
I'm 'em soft
Dealing with golf, getting blowed on the
I be dissing magazines, but buy the source
Can't explain why the force, is me
Known to a rapper down, like bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies like this is beat street in backpacks
Bragging how they don't eat meat and
I backsmack em with they skateboard, flee the crime
With a rhyme to escape frauds
broads become queens, run things like a rasta sprinter
The way you the game I rub off like henner
I remain like a tattoo natural raps
Copy like a fax y'all actual facts
Battle raps is where it began, I'ma end it I land
I thought of, a master plan, it goes