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 make our move
The stylist and violence vibrance
The of times with rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a thing to spill
Rap like 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 forth like a
I'm a to the rhythm's breaking off
I get the job done, but days I wanna take off
D be like, we ain't got no for that!
Questlove said, we got no time for that!
My old bird like, we got no time for that!
So I when my back hurts
Play the from my grandmother like kraftwerk
I rock the patchwork fast I'm in to win but then to sin
We're in to win with and heineken's
Beast for each and greet the meek with
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) rough and rugged (come on) 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 these horns
I want you to these horns, come on now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) (yeah) hard-core
(Ain't it) rough and (uh) rugged and raw
(Yeah baby what I'm talking about
come on, give em, give us a 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 little of this here)
For you and yours, for you and

The simps,
These mention me,
As a, intense MC, sent to be the
On the industry I
With penitentiary talk, and a Hennesey walk
My imagery talks, and similes stalk
Time for war, my artillery the hardest nigga
I'm killing 'em
Dealing golf, getting 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
how they don't eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em with skateboard, flee the crime scene
With a rhyme scheme to frauds
Make become queens, run things like a rasta sprinter
The way you want the I rub off like henner
I remain like a tattoo with natural
Copy like a fax y'all actual facts
Battle raps is where it began, I'ma end it wherever I
I done of, a master plan, it goes