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, gotta our move through
The stylist and violence vibrance
The sign of times rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a terrible to spill
Rap life's like a dream seems for real
A nigga up, superstar, with no acres
After, the world to see paper's just paper
Streets take ya, back and forth like a
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!
Questlove said, we got no time for that!
My old like, we ain't got no time for that!
So I when my back hurts
the numbers from my grandmother like kraftwerk
I rock the patchwork 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, most cats pull the gun out
Go on and on and, to the break of 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 (uh) cold-blooded (yeah) hard-core
(Ain't it) and rugged (uh) rugged and raw
(Yeah that's what I'm talking 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, alright let let me get a taste of this here)
For you and yours, for you and

The simps,
These studs me,
As a, MC, sent to be the reign
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
with golf, getting blowed on the course
I be dissing magazines, but buy the source
explain why the force, is with me
Known to bring a rapper down, bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies strut like this is street in backpacks
Bragging how they don't eat meat and
I em with they skateboard, flee the crime scene
With a rhyme to escape frauds
Make broads become queens, run things like a rasta
The way you want the game I rub off henner
I remain like a tattoo natural raps
Copy like a fax that's y'all facts
Battle raps is it began, I'ma end it wherever I land
I done of, a master plan, it goes