Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Blooded

Cold-blooded, cold-blooded,
Rough and 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 little daughter, started, school
Brother com, gotta make our move
The stylist and violence vibrance
The sign of times rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a terrible to spill
Rap life's like a dream that for real
A nigga wake up, superstar, with no
After, traveling the world to see just paper
Streets take ya, back and forth like a
I'm a slave to the breaking off
I get the job done, but some days I wanna 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 from my grandmother like kraftwerk
I rock the patchwork fast I'm in to win but begin to sin
We're in to win hen's and heineken's
Beast for and greet the meek with speech
To seek and peak cause pete, shit deep
I freak, that come out
At night, when cats pull the gun out
Go on and on and, to the break of the
Sound run out, run out, 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) rough and rugged, and raw
For you and yours, for you and
(Yo, yo I-I think I wanna taste these
I you to taste these horns, come on now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) cold-blooded (yeah)
(Ain't it) rough and rugged (uh) and raw
(Yeah baby what I'm talking 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) and rugged, rugged and raw
(Yo, alright let let me get a little taste of here)
For you and yours, for you and

The simps,
These studs me,
As a, intense MC, sent to be the
On the industry I
With penitentiary talk, coke and a walk
My imagery talks, metaphors and stalk
Time for war, my artillery caulks the hardest
I'm killing 'em
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, like did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies strut like this is beat in backpacks
Bragging how don't eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em with skateboard, flee the crime scene
With a rhyme to escape frauds
Make become queens, run things like a rasta sprinter
The way you want the I rub off like henner
I remain a tattoo 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 thought of, a master plan, it