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 it higher

Yo, yo
My daughter, started, nursery school
com, gotta make our move through
The and violence with vibrance
The of times with rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a terrible to spill
Rap life's like a dream that seems for
A nigga wake up, superstar, no acres
After, traveling the to see paper's just paper
Streets take ya, and forth like a shaker
I'm a slave to the rhythm's off
I get the job done, but some days I take off
D be like, we got no time for that!
Questlove said, we got no time for that!
My old like, we ain't got no time for that!
So I rhyme when my back
Play the numbers my grandmother like kraftwerk
I rock the patchwork fast I'm in to win but then to sin
in to win with hen's and heineken's
Beast for each and greet the meek with
To seek and peak cause pete, shit gets
I freak, styles come out
At night, when 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 the) rough 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) rough and rugged, and raw
For you and yours, for you and
(Yo, yo I-I think I wanna taste horns
I want you to these horns, come on now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) cold-blooded (yeah)
(Ain't it) rough and (uh) rugged and raw
(Yeah baby what I'm talking about
come on, give em, give us a more)
For you and yours, for you and
C to the, cold-blooded (nasty) cold-blooded,
(Come on) and rugged, rugged and raw
(Yo, alright let let me get a little of this here)
For you and yours, for you and

The simps,
These studs me,
As a, MC, sent to be the reign
On the I came
With penitentiary talk, coke and a walk
My imagery talks, and similes stalk
Time for war, my artillery the hardest nigga
I'm killing 'em
with golf, getting blowed on the course
I be dissing magazines, but then buy the
explain why the force, is with me
Known to bring a rapper down, bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies strut like is beat street in backpacks
Bragging how they eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em they skateboard, flee the crime scene
a rhyme scheme to escape frauds
Make broads become queens, run things like a rasta
The way you want the game I rub off henner
I remain like a tattoo natural raps
Copy like a fax that's actual facts
raps is where it began, I'ma end it wherever I land
I done thought of, a master plan, it