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 little daughter, started, school
Brother com, gotta make our move
The stylist and violence vibrance
The sign of with rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a thing to spill
Rap life's a dream that seems for real
A wake 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 to the rhythm's breaking off
I get the job done, but some days I 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
Play the numbers 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
Beast for each and greet the meek speech
To seek and peak cause pete, gets deep
I freak, that 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) and rugged (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 these
I you to taste these horns, come on now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) cold-blooded (yeah)
(Ain't it) and rugged (uh) rugged and raw
(Yeah baby what I'm talking about
come on, em, give 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 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 I came
With penitentiary talk, coke and a Hennesey
My imagery talks, and similes stalk
Time for war, my artillery caulks the hardest
I'm killing 'em
Dealing golf, getting blowed on the course
I be magazines, but then buy the source
explain why the force, is with me
Known to bring a rapper down, like did Whitney
sissies strut like this is beat street in backpacks
Bragging how they eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em with skateboard, flee the crime scene
With a rhyme scheme to frauds
Make broads become queens, run things a rasta sprinter
The way you want the game I rub off henner
I like a tattoo with natural raps
Copy a fax that's y'all actual facts
raps is where it began, I'ma end it wherever I land
I done of, a master plan, it goes