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

Yo, yo
My little daughter, started, nursery
Brother com, gotta make our through
The and violence with vibrance
The sign of times rhyme shit is timeless
The is a terrible thing to spill
Rap life's a dream that seems for real
A nigga wake up, superstar, no acres
After, traveling the to see paper's just paper
Streets ya, back and forth 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 when my back hurts
Play the numbers my grandmother like kraftwerk
I the patchwork fast I'm in to win but then begin to sin
We're in to win hen's and heineken's
Beast for each and the meek with speech
To and peak cause 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
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) rough and rugged, and raw
For you and yours, for you and
(Yo, yo I-I think I wanna taste horns
I you to taste these horns, come on now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) cold-blooded (yeah)
(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, cold-blooded (nasty) cold-blooded,
(Come on) rough and 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 penitentiary talk, coke and a Hennesey
My imagery talks, metaphors and similes
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
explain why the force, is with me
Known to bring a down, like bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated strut like this is beat street in backpacks
Bragging how they don't eat and abstract
I em with they skateboard, flee the crime scene
With a rhyme scheme to 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 y'all actual facts
Battle raps is it began, I'ma end it wherever I land
I done of, a master plan, it goes