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 daughter, started, nursery school
Brother com, gotta make our through
The stylist and with vibrance
The sign of times with rhyme shit is
The mind is a thing to spill
Rap life's like a dream that for real
A nigga wake up, superstar, no acres
After, traveling the world to see paper's paper
take ya, back and forth like a shaker
I'm a slave to the rhythm's 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 when my back
Play the numbers from my like kraftwerk
I rock the patchwork I'm in to win but then begin to sin
We're in to win with and heineken's
Beast for each and the meek with speech
To seek and peak cause pete, gets deep
I freak, styles that out
At night, when most pull 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) rough and rugged, and raw
For you and yours, for you and
(Yo, yo I-I I wanna 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 what I'm talking about
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 of this here)
For you and yours, for you and

The simps,
studs mention me,
As a, MC, sent to be the reign
On the industry I
With penitentiary talk, and a Hennesey walk
My imagery talks, metaphors and similes
Time for war, my caulks the hardest nigga
I'm 'em soft
Dealing with golf, getting blowed on the
I be magazines, but then buy the source
explain why the force, is with me
Known to a rapper down, like bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies strut like this is street in backpacks
Bragging how they don't eat and abstract
I backsmack em they skateboard, flee the crime scene
With a rhyme scheme to escape
broads become queens, run things like a rasta sprinter
The way you want the I rub off like henner
I remain like a with natural raps
like a fax that's y'all actual facts
Battle raps is it began, I'ma end it wherever I land
I thought of, a master plan, it goes