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 and violence with vibrance
The of times with rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a terrible thing to
Rap life's like a that seems for real
A wake up, superstar, with no acres
After, traveling the world to see paper's just
Streets take ya, and forth like 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 got no time for that!
My old like, we ain't got no time for that!
So I when my back hurts
Play the from my grandmother like 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 the meek with speech
To seek and peak pete, shit gets deep
I freak, that come out
At night, when most 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) and rugged (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 think I wanna taste horns
I you to taste 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 what I'm talking
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) and rugged, 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, sent to be the
On the industry I
With talk, coke and a Hennesey walk
My imagery talks, and similes stalk
Time for war, my caulks the hardest nigga
I'm 'em soft
Dealing with golf, getting blowed on the
I be dissing magazines, but then buy the
Can't why the force, is with me
Known to bring a rapper down, bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies like this is beat street in backpacks
Bragging how they don't eat and abstract
I backsmack em with they skateboard, flee the 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 raps
like a fax that's y'all actual facts
Battle is where it began, I'ma end it wherever I land
I done thought of, a master plan, it