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 daughter, started, nursery school
Brother com, gotta make our move
The stylist and with vibrance
The sign of with rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a terrible to spill
Rap life's like a dream that seems for
A nigga wake up, superstar, with no
After, traveling the to see paper's just paper
Streets ya, back and forth like a shaker
I'm a slave to the breaking off
I get the job done, but days I wanna 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 rhyme my back hurts
Play the numbers from my grandmother kraftwerk
I the patchwork fast 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 seek and peak cause pete, shit deep
I freak, styles come out
At night, when cats pull the gun out
Go on and on and, to the break of 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)
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 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 about
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, alright let let me get a 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 penitentiary talk, coke and a Hennesey
My imagery talks, metaphors and stalk
Time for war, my caulks the hardest nigga
I'm 'em soft
with golf, getting blowed on the course
I be dissing magazines, but then buy the
Can't why the force, is with me
to bring a rapper down, like bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies strut this is beat street in backpacks
Bragging how they don't eat meat and
I backsmack em with they skateboard, the crime scene
a rhyme scheme to escape frauds
Make broads become queens, run like a rasta sprinter
The way you want the game I rub off like
I like a tattoo with natural raps
Copy like a fax that's y'all actual
Battle raps is where it began, end it wherever I land
I done thought of, a plan, it goes