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 it higher

Yo, yo
My little daughter, started, nursery
Brother com, make our move through
The stylist and with vibrance
The sign of with rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a terrible thing to
Rap life's like a dream that for real
A wake up, superstar, with no acres
After, traveling the world to see paper's 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 I wanna take off
D be like, we got no time for that!
said, we ain't got no time for that!
My old bird like, we got no time for that!
So I rhyme my back hurts
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
Beast for and greet the meek with speech
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 break of 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)
(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 horns, come on now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) (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) and rugged, rugged and raw
(Yo, alright let let me get a taste 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
With penitentiary talk, coke and a walk
My imagery talks, and similes stalk
Time for war, my artillery the hardest nigga
I'm killing 'em
with golf, getting blowed on the course
I be magazines, but then buy the source
Can't explain why the force, is me
to bring a rapper down, like bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies strut like this is street in backpacks
Bragging how don't eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em they skateboard, flee the crime scene
With a rhyme scheme to frauds
Make become queens, run things like a rasta sprinter
The way you the game I rub off like henner
I remain like a with natural raps
Copy like a fax that's actual facts
Battle raps is it began, I'ma end it wherever I land
I done thought of, a master plan, it