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, on, hard-core
We take it

Yo, yo
My little daughter, started, school
Brother com, gotta our move through
The stylist and violence with
The of times with rhyme shit is timeless
The is a terrible thing to spill
Rap life's like a 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 ain't got no for that!
Questlove said, we got no time for that!
My old like, we ain't got no time for that!
So I rhyme my back hurts
the numbers from my grandmother like kraftwerk
I rock the fast 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 seek and cause pete, shit gets deep
I freak, styles 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,

Cold-blooded (come on) cold-blooded,
(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 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 I'm talking about
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, 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
penitentiary talk, coke and a Hennesey walk
My talks, metaphors and similes stalk
Time for war, my caulks the hardest nigga
I'm 'em soft
with golf, getting blowed on the course
I be dissing magazines, but buy the source
Can't why the force, is with me
Known to bring a rapper down, bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies strut like is beat street in backpacks
Bragging how they don't eat meat and
I backsmack em with they skateboard, flee the scene
With a rhyme scheme to frauds
Make broads become queens, run things like a sprinter
The way you want the I rub off like henner
I remain like a tattoo with natural
Copy like a fax that's y'all actual
Battle raps is where it began, end it wherever I land
I thought of, a master plan, it goes