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 little daughter, started, nursery
Brother com, gotta make our move
The stylist and violence vibrance
The sign of with rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a terrible thing to
Rap life's a dream that seems for real
A nigga wake up, superstar, no acres
After, traveling the world to see paper's paper
Streets ya, back and forth like a shaker
I'm a slave to the rhythm's 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 like, we ain't got no time for that!
So I when my back hurts
the numbers from my grandmother like kraftwerk
I the patchwork fast I'm in to win but then begin to sin
We're in to win hen's and heineken's
Beast for each and greet the meek speech
To seek and peak pete, shit gets deep
I freak, that come out
At night, when most cats the gun out
Go on and on and, to the of when 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)
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 cold-blooded (uh) (yeah) hard-core
(Ain't it) rough and (uh) rugged and raw
(Yeah that's what I'm talking 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) and rugged, rugged and raw
(Yo, alright let let me get a little taste of here)
For you and yours, for you and

The simps,
These mention me,
As a, MC, sent 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 'em soft
Dealing with golf, getting blowed on the
I be dissing magazines, but then buy the
explain why the force, is with me
Known to bring a rapper down, like bobby did
Sophisticated sissies strut this is beat 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 like a rasta sprinter
The way you the game I rub off like henner
I remain like a tattoo with natural
Copy like a fax that's y'all facts
raps is where it began, I'ma end it wherever I land
I done thought of, a master plan, it