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 take it

Yo, yo
My little daughter, started, nursery
Brother com, gotta our move through
The stylist and violence vibrance
The sign of times rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a thing to spill
Rap life's a dream that seems for real
A nigga wake up, superstar, no acres
After, the world to see paper's just paper
take ya, back and forth like a shaker
I'm a slave to the breaking off
I get the job done, but days I wanna take off
D be like, we ain't got no for that!
said, we ain't got no time for that!
My old like, we ain't got no time for that!
So I rhyme my back hurts
Play the numbers from my grandmother kraftwerk
I rock the patchwork fast I'm in to win but begin to sin
We're in to win with 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
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)
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 wanna taste horns
I want you to taste these horns, on now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) cold-blooded (yeah)
(Ain't it) rough and (uh) rugged and raw
(Yeah baby that's what I'm 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, let let me get a little taste of this here)
For you and yours, for you and

The simps,
These mention me,
As a, intense MC, to be the reign
On the I came
With penitentiary talk, and a Hennesey walk
My talks, metaphors and similes stalk
for war, my artillery caulks the hardest nigga
I'm killing 'em
Dealing golf, getting blowed on the course
I be magazines, but then buy the source
Can't explain why the force, is me
Known to bring a down, like bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies strut this is beat street in backpacks
Bragging how don't eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em with they skateboard, flee the scene
With a rhyme to escape frauds
Make broads queens, run things like a rasta sprinter
The way you the game I rub off like henner
I like a tattoo 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