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,
it,huh, come on, hard-core
We take it

Yo, yo
My daughter, started, nursery school
Brother com, gotta make our through
The stylist and violence with
The sign of times with shit is timeless
The mind is a thing to spill
Rap life's a dream that seems for real
A nigga up, superstar, with no acres
After, traveling the world to see paper's just
Streets take ya, back and like 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 got no time for that!
said, we ain't 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 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 with speech
To seek and peak cause pete, gets deep
I freak, styles that out
At night, when most cats the gun out
Go on and on and, to the of when the
Sound run out, run out, out
C uhh,

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