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 take it

Yo, yo
My daughter, started, nursery school
Brother com, gotta make our move
The stylist and violence vibrance
The sign of with rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a terrible thing to
Rap life's a dream that seems for real
A nigga wake up, superstar, with no
After, traveling the world to see just 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 days I take off
D be like, we got no time for that!
Questlove said, we ain't got no for that!
My old like, we ain't got no time for that!
So I rhyme when my back
Play the numbers my grandmother like kraftwerk
I the patchwork fast I'm in to win but then begin to sin
We're in to win hen's and heineken's
for each and greet the meek with speech
To seek and peak pete, shit gets deep
I freak, that come out
At night, when 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 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) and rugged, rugged and raw
For you and yours, for you and
(Yo, yo I-I think I taste these horns
I want you to these horns, come on now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) cold-blooded (yeah)
(Ain't it) rough and (uh) rugged and raw
(Yeah baby that's what I'm talking
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 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 industry I
penitentiary talk, coke and a Hennesey walk
My talks, metaphors and similes stalk
Time for war, my artillery caulks the hardest
I'm 'em soft
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 rapper down, bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies strut like is beat street in backpacks
Bragging how don't eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em with they skateboard, flee the scene
With a rhyme to escape frauds
Make become queens, run things like a rasta sprinter
The way you want the game I rub off henner
I remain like a tattoo with raps
Copy like a fax y'all actual facts
Battle is where it began, I'ma end it wherever I land
I done thought of, a plan, it goes