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
Brother com, gotta our move through
The stylist and with vibrance
The sign of with rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a thing to spill
Rap like a dream that seems for real
A nigga wake up, superstar, no acres
After, the world to see paper's just paper
Streets take ya, back and forth 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 ain't got no for that!
said, we ain't got no time for that!
My old like, we ain't got no time for that!
So I rhyme when my back
Play the numbers from my like kraftwerk
I rock the patchwork fast I'm in to win but then to sin
We're in to win with hen's and
Beast for each and the meek with speech
To seek and peak cause pete, shit deep
I freak, styles that out
At night, most cats pull the gun out
Go on and on and, to the of when the
Sound run out, run out, out
C uhh,

Cold-blooded (come on) cold-blooded,
(Hit em the) rough and rugged (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 taste these horns
I want you to taste 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, (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 I came
With penitentiary talk, coke and a Hennesey
My talks, metaphors and similes stalk
for war, my artillery caulks the hardest nigga
I'm 'em soft
Dealing with golf, getting blowed on the
I be dissing magazines, but buy the source
Can't why the force, is with me
Known to bring a rapper down, like bobby did
sissies strut like this is beat street in backpacks
Bragging how they eat meat and abstract
I em with they skateboard, flee the crime scene
With a rhyme scheme to frauds
Make become queens, run things like a rasta sprinter
The way you want the game I rub off like
I remain like a tattoo natural raps
Copy like a fax y'all actual facts
raps is where it began, I'ma end it wherever I land
I done thought of, a master plan, it