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, nursery
Brother com, gotta make our move
The stylist and violence with
The of times with rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a terrible to spill
Rap like a dream that seems for real
A nigga wake up, superstar, no acres
After, traveling the world to see paper's just
Streets take ya, and forth like a shaker
I'm a slave to the breaking off
I get the job done, but some days I take off
D be like, we ain't got no for that!
said, we ain't got no time for that!
My old bird like, we ain't got no for that!
So I when my back hurts
Play the from my grandmother like kraftwerk
I rock the patchwork fast I'm in to win but begin to sin
We're in to win with and heineken's
Beast for each and greet the with speech
To seek and peak cause pete, gets deep
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,

Cold-blooded (come on) cold-blooded,
(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)
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 these horns
I you to taste these horns, come on now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) (yeah) hard-core
(Ain't it) rough and (uh) rugged and raw
(Yeah baby that's what I'm 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) 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,
studs mention me,
As a, intense MC, sent to be the
On the industry I
With talk, coke and a Hennesey walk
My imagery talks, metaphors and similes
Time for war, my artillery the hardest nigga
I'm killing 'em
with golf, getting 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 sissies strut this is beat street in backpacks
how they don't eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em with skateboard, flee the crime scene
a rhyme scheme to escape frauds
Make broads become queens, run things like a sprinter
The way you want the game I rub off henner
I remain like a tattoo with raps
Copy like a fax that's y'all facts
Battle raps is it began, I'ma end it wherever I land
I thought of, a master plan, it goes