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,
Ain't it,huh, come on,
We it higher

Yo, yo
My little daughter, started, school
Brother com, gotta make our move
The stylist and violence with
The sign of times with rhyme is timeless
The mind is a terrible thing to
Rap like a dream that seems for real
A nigga wake up, superstar, with no
After, traveling the world to see just paper
Streets take ya, back and forth a shaker
I'm a to the rhythm's breaking off
I get the job done, but some I wanna take off
D be like, we ain't got no 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
the numbers from my grandmother like kraftwerk
I rock the fast I'm in to win but then begin to sin
We're in to win with hen's and
Beast for each and the meek with speech
To seek and peak pete, shit gets deep
I freak, that come out
At night, most cats pull 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 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 these
I want you to taste these horns, on now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) cold-blooded (yeah)
(Ain't it) rough and rugged (uh) and raw
(Yeah baby what I'm talking about
on, give 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,
These studs me,
As a, intense MC, sent to be the
On the I came
With penitentiary talk, and a Hennesey walk
My imagery talks, metaphors and similes
Time for war, my artillery caulks the nigga
I'm killing 'em
Dealing golf, getting blowed on the course
I be dissing magazines, but buy the source
explain why the force, is with me
Known to 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 with they skateboard, flee the scene
With a rhyme to escape frauds
Make broads become queens, run like a rasta sprinter
The way you want the game I rub off like
I remain like a with natural raps
Copy like a fax y'all actual facts
raps is where it began, I'ma end it wherever I land
I thought of, a master plan, it goes