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, on, hard-core
We take it

Yo, yo
My little daughter, started, nursery
com, gotta make our move through
The stylist and violence vibrance
The of times with rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a terrible thing to
Rap life's like a that seems for real
A nigga wake up, superstar, no acres
After, traveling the world to see just paper
take ya, back and forth like a shaker
I'm a slave to the rhythm's off
I get the job done, but some days I wanna off
D be like, we ain't got no for that!
Questlove said, we ain't got no for that!
My old like, we ain't got no time for that!
So I when my back hurts
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 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 break of 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)
(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 taste 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 that's what I'm talking about
come on, give em, us a little more)
For you and yours, for you and
C to the, (nasty) cold-blooded, hard-core
(Come on) rough and rugged, and raw
(Yo, alright let let me get a little taste of 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 stalk
Time for war, my artillery the hardest nigga
I'm 'em soft
Dealing with golf, getting on the course
I be dissing magazines, but buy the source
Can't why the force, is with me
to bring a rapper down, like bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies strut like this is beat in backpacks
Bragging how don't eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em they skateboard, flee the crime scene
With a rhyme scheme to escape
Make broads queens, run things like a rasta sprinter
The way you want the I rub off like henner
I like a tattoo with natural raps
like a fax that's y'all actual facts
Battle raps is where it began, I'ma end it wherever I
I done of, a master plan, it goes