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 daughter, started, nursery school
com, gotta make our move through
The stylist and violence vibrance
The sign of times rhyme shit is timeless
The is a terrible thing to spill
Rap life's like a dream that seems for
A wake up, superstar, with no acres
After, traveling the world to see paper's just
Streets take ya, back and like a shaker
I'm a slave to the rhythm's off
I get the job done, but some days I wanna off
D be like, we got no time for that!
Questlove said, we got no time for that!
My old bird like, we ain't got no for that!
So I rhyme my back hurts
the numbers from my grandmother like kraftwerk
I rock the patchwork I'm in to win but then begin to sin
We're in to win with and heineken's
Beast for each and greet the meek speech
To seek and peak pete, shit gets deep
I freak, styles that out
At night, most cats pull the gun out
Go on and on and, to the break of the
run out, run out, r-run 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)
(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 horns
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
come on, em, give us a little 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,
studs mention me,
As a, intense MC, sent to be the
On the I came
With penitentiary talk, and a Hennesey walk
My imagery talks, and similes stalk
Time for war, my artillery caulks the nigga
I'm killing 'em
Dealing with golf, blowed on the course
I be dissing magazines, but buy the source
Can't why the force, is with me
to bring a rapper down, like bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies strut like this is beat in backpacks
Bragging how they eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em they skateboard, flee the crime scene
With a scheme to escape frauds
Make broads become queens, run things like a rasta
The way you want the game I rub off henner
I like a tattoo with natural raps
Copy like a fax y'all actual facts
Battle raps is where it began, end it wherever I land
I done thought of, a plan, it goes