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 little daughter, started, nursery
Brother com, gotta our move through
The stylist and violence vibrance
The of times with rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a thing to spill
Rap life's like a that seems for real
A nigga wake up, superstar, no acres
After, traveling the world to see paper's paper
Streets take ya, back and forth a shaker
I'm a slave to the rhythm's off
I get the job done, but some days I wanna off
D be like, we got no time for that!
Questlove said, we ain't got no for that!
My old bird like, we ain't got no for that!
So I when my back hurts
Play the numbers from my like kraftwerk
I rock the patchwork fast I'm in to win but then to sin
We're in to win with hen's and
Beast for each and greet the with speech
To seek and peak pete, shit gets deep
I freak, that come 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,

(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 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 rugged (uh) and raw
(Yeah baby that's what I'm about
come on, em, give us a little more)
For you and yours, for you and
C to the, (nasty) cold-blooded, hard-core
(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, intense MC, to be the reign
On the industry I
penitentiary talk, coke and a Hennesey walk
My imagery talks, metaphors and similes
Time for war, my artillery the hardest nigga
I'm 'em soft
Dealing with golf, blowed on the course
I be magazines, but then buy the source
Can't explain why the force, is me
to bring a rapper down, like bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies strut like this is street in backpacks
Bragging how they eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em they skateboard, flee the crime scene
With a scheme to escape frauds
Make broads queens, run things like a rasta sprinter
The way you want the game I rub off like
I like a tattoo with natural raps
Copy like a fax that's y'all actual
Battle raps is where it began, I'ma end it I land
I done thought of, a master plan, it