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 it higher

Yo, yo
My daughter, started, nursery school
Brother com, make our move through
The and violence with vibrance
The of times with rhyme shit is timeless
The is a terrible thing to spill
Rap life's like a dream that for real
A nigga up, superstar, with no acres
After, the world to see paper's 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 ain't got no for that!
My old bird like, we ain't got no for that!
So I rhyme my back hurts
Play the 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 and heineken's
Beast for each and greet the meek with
To and peak cause pete, shit gets deep
I freak, styles come 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 (come on) rugged 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 I wanna taste these horns
I want you to taste horns, come on now)
C, the (uh) cold-blooded (yeah) hard-core
(Ain't it) rough and (uh) rugged and raw
(Yeah baby that's what I'm talking
on, give em, give us a little more)
For you and yours, for you and
C to the, (nasty) cold-blooded, hard-core
(Come on) and rugged, rugged and raw
(Yo, let let me get a little taste of this here)
For you and yours, for you and

The simps,
These mention me,
As a, MC, sent to be the reign
On the I came
With talk, coke and a Hennesey walk
My imagery talks, and similes stalk
Time for war, my artillery caulks the hardest
I'm killing 'em
Dealing with golf, blowed on the course
I be dissing magazines, but buy the source
Can't why the force, is with me
Known to bring a rapper down, like bobby did
sissies strut like this is beat street in backpacks
Bragging how they don't eat meat and
I backsmack em with they skateboard, flee the crime
With a scheme to escape frauds
Make broads queens, run things like a rasta sprinter
The way you the game I rub off like henner
I remain like a with natural raps
like a fax that's y'all actual facts
Battle raps is it began, I'ma end it wherever I land
I done thought of, a plan, it goes