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, come on,
We take it

Yo, yo
My little daughter, started, school
Brother com, gotta make our move
The stylist and violence vibrance
The sign of times with 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 days I wanna take off
D be like, we got no time for that!
Questlove said, we ain't got no for that!
My old like, we ain't got no time for that!
So I rhyme when my hurts
Play the numbers from my grandmother 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 the meek with speech
To seek and peak pete, shit gets deep
I freak, styles come out
At night, when cats pull 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 the) rough 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 these
I want you to taste these horns, on now)
C, the (uh) cold-blooded (yeah) hard-core
(Ain't it) and rugged (uh) rugged and raw
(Yeah baby 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 taste 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 I came
With talk, coke and a Hennesey walk
My talks, metaphors and similes stalk
Time for war, my artillery caulks the hardest
I'm killing 'em
Dealing with golf, getting blowed on the
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 sissies strut like this is beat street in
Bragging how they don't eat meat and
I backsmack em with they skateboard, flee the crime
With a rhyme to escape frauds
Make broads become queens, run like a rasta sprinter
The way you want the game I rub off henner
I remain like a tattoo with raps
Copy a fax that's y'all actual facts
Battle raps is where it began, I'ma end it I land
I done thought of, a master plan, it