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,
it,huh, come on, hard-core
We it higher

Yo, yo
My little daughter, started, nursery
com, gotta make our move through
The stylist and violence with
The sign of with rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a terrible thing to
Rap life's like a dream seems for real
A wake up, superstar, with no acres
After, traveling the world to see paper's 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!
Questlove said, we got no time for that!
My old bird like, we got no time for that!
So I rhyme when my back
Play the numbers from my grandmother like
I rock the patchwork fast I'm in to win but then to sin
We're in to win hen's and heineken's
for each and greet the meek with speech
To seek and peak cause pete, gets deep
I freak, styles that out
At night, when most cats 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 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 you to taste these horns, come on now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) cold-blooded (yeah)
(Ain't it) and rugged (uh) rugged and raw
(Yeah baby that's what I'm talking
come on, 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, MC, sent to be the reign
On the industry I
With penitentiary talk, coke and a Hennesey
My imagery talks, metaphors and similes
Time for war, my caulks the hardest nigga
I'm killing 'em
Dealing with golf, getting on the course
I be dissing magazines, but then buy the
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 don't eat and abstract
I backsmack em with they skateboard, flee the scene
With a rhyme scheme to frauds
Make broads become queens, run things a rasta sprinter
The way you the game I rub off like henner
I remain like a tattoo natural raps
Copy like a fax that's actual facts
Battle raps is where it began, I'ma end it wherever I
I done thought of, a plan, it goes