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, school
com, gotta make our move through
The stylist and with vibrance
The sign of times with shit is timeless
The mind is a terrible to spill
Rap life's like a dream that seems for
A nigga wake up, superstar, no acres
After, traveling the world to see just paper
take ya, back and forth like 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 like, we ain't got no time for that!
So I rhyme when my back
Play the numbers my grandmother like kraftwerk
I rock the patchwork I'm in to win but then begin to sin
in to win with hen's and heineken's
Beast for each and greet the meek with
To and peak cause pete, shit gets deep
I freak, styles come out
At night, most cats pull the gun out
Go on and on and, to the of when the
run out, run out, r-run out
C uhh,

Cold-blooded (come on) cold-blooded,
(Hit em with the) rough and (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 want you to these horns, come on now)
C, the (uh) cold-blooded (yeah) hard-core
(Ain't it) and rugged (uh) rugged and raw
(Yeah baby that's what I'm talking
on, give em, give us a little more)
For you and yours, for you and
C to the, cold-blooded (nasty) cold-blooded,
(Come on) and rugged, rugged and raw
(Yo, let let me get a little 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 industry I
With talk, coke and a Hennesey walk
My imagery talks, metaphors and similes
Time for war, my caulks the hardest nigga
I'm 'em soft
Dealing golf, getting blowed on the course
I be dissing magazines, but then buy the
explain why the force, is with me
Known to a rapper down, like bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies strut like this is beat in backpacks
how they don't eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em with skateboard, flee the crime scene
With a rhyme scheme to frauds
Make broads queens, run things like a rasta sprinter
The way you want the game I rub off henner
I like a tattoo with natural raps
Copy like a fax that's actual facts
raps is where it began, I'ma end it wherever I land
I done thought of, a master plan, it