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 take it

Yo, yo
My daughter, started, nursery school
Brother com, gotta make our through
The stylist and violence vibrance
The sign of times rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a thing to spill
Rap like a dream that seems for real
A wake up, superstar, with no acres
After, traveling the world to see paper's just
Streets take ya, back and forth a shaker
I'm a to the rhythm's breaking 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 fast I'm in to win but then begin to sin
in to win with hen's and heineken's
Beast for and greet the meek with speech
To seek and peak cause pete, shit gets
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 the) rough and rugged (come on) rugged 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 want you to these horns, come on now)
C, the (uh) cold-blooded (yeah) hard-core
(Ain't it) rough and (uh) rugged and raw
(Yeah baby that's what I'm talking
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) rough and rugged, and raw
(Yo, alright let let me get a little 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 industry I
With penitentiary talk, coke and a Hennesey
My imagery talks, metaphors and stalk
Time for war, my caulks the hardest nigga
I'm killing 'em
Dealing 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 rapper down, like did Whitney
Sophisticated strut like this is beat street in backpacks
how they don't eat meat and abstract
I em with they skateboard, flee the crime scene
a rhyme scheme to escape frauds
Make become 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 raps is where it began, I'ma end it wherever I
I done thought of, a master plan, it