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
com, gotta make our move through
The stylist and with vibrance
The sign of times with rhyme shit is
The is a terrible thing to spill
Rap life's like a dream that for real
A nigga up, superstar, with no acres
After, traveling the world to see paper's paper
Streets take ya, back and 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!
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 back
the numbers from my grandmother like kraftwerk
I the patchwork fast I'm in to win but then begin to sin
in to win with hen's and heineken's
Beast for each and the meek with speech
To and peak cause pete, shit gets deep
I freak, that come out
At night, when most pull the gun out
Go on and on and, to the of when the
Sound run out, run out, out
C uhh,

Cold-blooded (come on) cold-blooded,
(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 taste these
I want you to taste horns, come on now)
C, the (uh) cold-blooded (yeah) hard-core
(Ain't it) and rugged (uh) rugged and raw
(Yeah baby that's I'm talking about
on, give 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,
studs mention me,
As a, intense MC, to be the reign
On the industry I
With penitentiary talk, and a Hennesey walk
My imagery talks, and similes stalk
Time for war, my artillery caulks the hardest
I'm 'em soft
with golf, getting blowed on the course
I be magazines, but then buy the source
Can't why the force, is with me
Known to bring a rapper down, like did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies like this is beat street in backpacks
Bragging how don't eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em they skateboard, flee the crime scene
With a scheme to escape frauds
Make broads queens, run things like a rasta sprinter
The way you want the game I rub off like
I remain like a tattoo natural raps
Copy a fax that's y'all actual facts
Battle raps is where it began, end it wherever I land
I done thought of, a master plan, it