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
Brother com, gotta our move through
The stylist and violence vibrance
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 wake up, superstar, with no acres
After, traveling the world to see paper's paper
Streets ya, back and forth like a shaker
I'm a to the rhythm's breaking off
I get the job done, but days I wanna take off
D be like, we ain't got no for that!
Questlove said, we got no time for that!
My old bird like, we ain't got no for that!
So I rhyme when my hurts
Play the from my grandmother like kraftwerk
I rock the fast I'm in to win but then begin to sin
We're in to win hen's and heineken's
Beast for each and greet the meek speech
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 break of the
Sound run out, run out, out
C uhh,

(come on) cold-blooded, hard-core
(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)
(come on) hard-core
(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 these horns, on now)
C, the (uh) cold-blooded (yeah) hard-core
(Ain't it) and rugged (uh) rugged and raw
(Yeah baby that's I'm talking about
come on, give em, 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 of this 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 imagery talks, and similes stalk
Time for war, my artillery caulks the hardest
I'm 'em soft
Dealing golf, getting blowed on the course
I be dissing magazines, but buy the source
Can't why the force, is with me
to bring a rapper down, like bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies strut like this is beat in backpacks
Bragging how they don't eat and abstract
I em with they skateboard, flee the crime scene
With a scheme to escape frauds
Make broads become queens, run like a rasta sprinter
The way you the game I rub off like henner
I remain like a tattoo with natural
Copy like a fax that's actual facts
Battle raps is where it began, end it wherever I land
I done thought of, a plan, it goes