Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Blooded

Cold-blooded, cold-blooded,
and rugged, 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
Brother com, gotta our move through
The stylist and violence with
The sign of times with rhyme shit is
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 breaking off
I get the job done, but some I wanna take off
D be like, we ain't got no for that!
said, we ain't 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 like
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 each and greet the meek speech
To and peak cause pete, shit gets deep
I freak, styles that 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,

Cold-blooded (come on) cold-blooded,
(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 taste these horns
I want you to taste these horns, on now)
C, the (uh) cold-blooded (yeah) hard-core
(Ain't it) rough and rugged (uh) and raw
(Yeah that's what I'm talking about
come on, give em, us a little more)
For you and yours, for you and
C to the, (nasty) cold-blooded, hard-core
(Come on) and rugged, 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 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 dissing magazines, but then buy the
explain why the force, is with me
Known to bring a rapper down, like did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies strut like is beat street in backpacks
how they don't eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em with they skateboard, the crime scene
a rhyme scheme to escape frauds
Make broads become queens, run things a rasta sprinter
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 where it began, end it wherever I land
I done of, a master plan, it goes