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 it higher

Yo, yo
My little daughter, started, nursery
Brother com, make our move through
The and violence with vibrance
The sign of with rhyme shit is timeless
The is a terrible thing to spill
Rap life's like a dream seems for real
A nigga wake up, superstar, no acres
After, traveling the world to see just paper
Streets take ya, back and like a shaker
I'm a slave to the breaking 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 when my back hurts
Play the numbers from my grandmother like
I rock the patchwork I'm in to win but then begin to sin
in to win with hen's and heineken's
Beast for and greet the meek with speech
To seek and peak cause pete, shit gets
I freak, styles come out
At night, when most cats the gun out
Go on and on and, to the of when the
run out, run out, r-run out
C uhh,

(come on) cold-blooded, hard-core
(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) rough and 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 rugged (uh) and raw
(Yeah baby what I'm talking about
come on, give em, 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, 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, sent to be the
On the industry I
With talk, coke and a Hennesey walk
My imagery talks, and similes stalk
Time for war, my artillery caulks the hardest
I'm killing 'em
with golf, getting blowed on the course
I be magazines, but then buy the source
Can't explain why the force, is me
Known to bring a rapper down, like did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies strut like this is beat street in
Bragging how they don't eat meat and
I backsmack em they skateboard, flee the crime scene
With a rhyme 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 with raps
Copy like a fax that's y'all actual
Battle is where it began, I'ma end it wherever I land
I thought of, a master plan, it goes