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, come on,
We take it

Yo, yo
My daughter, started, nursery school
Brother com, gotta make our move
The stylist and with vibrance
The sign of times with rhyme shit is
The mind is a terrible to spill
Rap like a dream that seems for real
A nigga wake up, superstar, with no
After, traveling the world to see paper's just
take 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 got no time for that!
Questlove said, we ain't got no for that!
My old bird like, we got no time for that!
So I rhyme my back hurts
the numbers from my grandmother like 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 the meek with speech
To seek and peak cause pete, shit deep
I freak, styles come out
At night, when most cats the gun out
Go on and on and, to the break of 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) rough and 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 (uh) cold-blooded (yeah) hard-core
(Ain't it) rough and rugged (uh) and raw
(Yeah baby that's what I'm about
come on, em, give us a little more)
For you and yours, for you and
C to the, cold-blooded (nasty) cold-blooded,
(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 I came
With penitentiary talk, coke and a walk
My imagery talks, and similes 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 then buy the
Can't why the force, is with me
Known to bring a rapper down, like did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies strut this is beat street in backpacks
Bragging how they don't eat and abstract
I backsmack em with they skateboard, flee the scene
With a rhyme to escape frauds
Make broads queens, run things like a rasta sprinter
The way you want the game I rub off like
I remain like a with natural raps
Copy like a fax that's y'all actual
Battle raps is where it began, I'ma end it wherever I
I done of, a master plan, it goes