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,
Ain't it,huh, on, hard-core
We take it

Yo, yo
My little daughter, started, school
Brother com, make our move through
The stylist and with vibrance
The sign of times with rhyme shit is
The mind is a terrible to spill
Rap life's like a dream seems for real
A nigga wake up, superstar, no acres
After, traveling the world to see paper's 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 I wanna take off
D be like, we got no time for that!
said, we ain't got no time for that!
My old bird like, we got no time for that!
So I when my back hurts
the numbers from my grandmother like kraftwerk
I rock the patchwork I'm in to win but then begin to sin
We're in to win with and heineken's
Beast for each and the meek with speech
To and peak cause pete, shit 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
Sound run out, run out, out
C uhh,

(come on) cold-blooded, hard-core
(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 these horns
I want you to taste horns, come on now)
C, the (uh) cold-blooded (yeah) hard-core
(Ain't it) and rugged (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 mention me,
As a, intense MC, to be the reign
On the industry I
With penitentiary talk, coke and a walk
My imagery talks, metaphors and similes
for war, my artillery caulks the hardest nigga
I'm 'em soft
Dealing with golf, getting on the course
I be dissing magazines, but then buy the
explain why the force, is with me
Known to bring a rapper down, like did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies strut like this is street in backpacks
Bragging how don't eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em with they skateboard, flee the scene
With a rhyme scheme to frauds
broads become queens, run things like a rasta sprinter
The way you want the game I rub off henner
I remain like a tattoo natural 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