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 it higher

Yo, yo
My little daughter, started, nursery
Brother com, gotta our move through
The stylist and violence with
The sign of with rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a terrible thing to
Rap like a dream that seems for real
A nigga up, superstar, with no acres
After, traveling the 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 days I wanna off
D be like, we got no time 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 rock the patchwork fast I'm in to win but then to sin
We're in to win with and heineken's
Beast for each and greet the meek with
To seek and peak 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
run out, run out, r-run out
C uhh,

(come on) cold-blooded, hard-core
(Hit em with the) and rugged (come on) rugged and raw
(Hey) for you and yours, for you and
You got the c, uhh, (yeah)
Cold-blooded (come on)
(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 you to taste these horns, come on now)
C, the (uh) cold-blooded (yeah) hard-core
(Ain't it) rough and (uh) rugged and raw
(Yeah that's what I'm talking about
come on, give em, give us a 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, to be the reign
On the industry I
With penitentiary talk, coke and a Hennesey
My imagery talks, metaphors and similes
Time for war, my caulks the hardest nigga
I'm killing 'em
Dealing with golf, getting blowed on the
I be dissing magazines, but buy the source
Can't explain why the force, is me
Known to bring a rapper down, like bobby did
Sophisticated sissies strut this is beat street in backpacks
Bragging how they eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em with they skateboard, flee the crime
With a scheme to escape frauds
Make broads become queens, run things like a sprinter
The way you the game I rub off like henner
I like a tattoo with natural raps
Copy like a fax that's y'all facts
raps is where it began, I'ma end it wherever I land
I done thought of, a master plan, it