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,
it,huh, come on, hard-core
We it higher

Yo, yo
My daughter, started, nursery school
Brother com, 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 that seems for real
A wake up, superstar, with no acres
After, traveling the world to see just paper
Streets take ya, back and like 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 ain't got no for that!
Questlove said, we ain't got no for that!
My old bird like, we ain't got no for that!
So I rhyme when my hurts
the numbers 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 and heineken's
for each and greet the meek with speech
To seek and peak pete, shit gets deep
I freak, styles come out
At night, most 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 with the) and rugged (come on) rugged 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 I wanna taste these horns
I want you to taste horns, come on now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) (yeah) hard-core
(Ain't it) rough and (uh) rugged and raw
(Yeah baby that's I'm talking about
come on, give em, us a little more)
For you and yours, for you and
C to the, (nasty) cold-blooded, hard-core
(Come on) rough and 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, intense MC, to be the reign
On the I came
With penitentiary talk, coke and a walk
My imagery talks, and similes stalk
for war, my artillery caulks the hardest nigga
I'm killing 'em
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 like this is beat in backpacks
Bragging how don't eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em with they skateboard, flee the scene
With a scheme to escape frauds
broads become queens, run things like a rasta sprinter
The way you the game I rub off like henner
I remain a tattoo with natural raps
Copy like a fax that's y'all actual
Battle raps is where it began, I'ma end it wherever I
I done thought of, a plan, it goes