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 daughter, started, nursery school
Brother com, make our move through
The stylist and with vibrance
The sign of times with rhyme shit is
The mind is a terrible thing to
Rap like a dream that seems for real
A nigga wake up, superstar, with no
After, traveling the to see paper's just paper
take 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 got no time for that!
So I rhyme when my hurts
Play the numbers from my grandmother kraftwerk
I rock the fast I'm in to win but then begin to sin
We're in to win with hen's and
Beast for each and greet the with speech
To seek and peak cause pete, shit deep
I freak, styles come out
At night, when most pull the gun out
Go on and on and, to the break of the
Sound run out, run out, out
C uhh,

(come on) cold-blooded, hard-core
(Hit em with the) rough and rugged (come on) 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 taste these horns, 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
come on, 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,
These studs me,
As a, intense MC, to be the reign
On the I came
With penitentiary talk, and a Hennesey walk
My imagery talks, metaphors and similes
Time for war, my artillery caulks the nigga
I'm killing 'em
Dealing golf, getting blowed on the course
I be magazines, but then buy the source
Can't explain why the force, is me
Known to bring a down, like bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies like this is beat street in backpacks
Bragging how they don't eat and abstract
I em with they skateboard, flee the crime scene
With a rhyme scheme to frauds
Make broads become queens, run things a rasta sprinter
The way you the game I rub off like henner
I remain like a tattoo with natural
Copy a fax that's y'all actual facts
Battle raps is it began, I'ma end it wherever I land
I done of, a master plan, it goes