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, school
Brother com, gotta make our through
The stylist and with vibrance
The sign of times rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a terrible thing to
Rap life's like a dream that for real
A nigga wake up, superstar, with no
After, traveling the world to see paper's paper
take ya, back and forth like a shaker
I'm a slave to the breaking off
I get the job done, but some days I take off
D be like, we ain't got no for that!
said, we ain't got no time for that!
My old bird like, we got no time for that!
So I rhyme 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 cause pete, shit gets
I freak, styles 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,

Cold-blooded (come on) cold-blooded,
(Hit em with the) rough and (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 you to taste these horns, come on now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) cold-blooded (yeah)
(Ain't it) rough and rugged (uh) and raw
(Yeah baby that's 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, let let me get a little 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 I came
With penitentiary talk, coke and a walk
My imagery talks, metaphors and similes
Time for war, my artillery the hardest nigga
I'm 'em soft
Dealing golf, getting blowed on the course
I be dissing magazines, but buy the source
explain 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 meat and
I backsmack em with they skateboard, flee the crime
a rhyme scheme to escape frauds
Make broads become queens, run things like a rasta
The way you want the I rub off like henner
I remain like a tattoo with natural
Copy like a fax that's y'all actual
Battle raps is it began, I'ma end it wherever I land
I done of, a master plan, it goes