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 daughter, started, nursery school
Brother com, gotta make our move
The stylist and violence with
The sign of times rhyme shit is timeless
The is a terrible thing to spill
Rap life's like a dream seems for real
A nigga up, superstar, with no acres
After, traveling the to see paper's just paper
Streets take ya, back and forth a shaker
I'm a slave to the breaking off
I get the job done, but some I wanna take off
D be like, we got no time for that!
Questlove said, we got no time for that!
My old bird like, we got no time for that!
So I rhyme my back hurts
Play the numbers my grandmother like kraftwerk
I rock the patchwork fast I'm in to win but then to sin
We're in to win with hen's and
Beast for each and greet the with speech
To and peak cause pete, shit gets deep
I freak, that come out
At night, most cats pull the gun out
Go on and on and, to the of when the
Sound run out, run out, 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)
(come on) hard-core
(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 you to taste these horns, come on now)
C, the (uh) cold-blooded (yeah) hard-core
(Ain't it) rough and rugged (uh) 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, (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,
studs mention me,
As a, intense MC, to be the reign
On the industry I
With penitentiary talk, coke and a Hennesey
My imagery talks, and similes stalk
Time for war, my artillery caulks the nigga
I'm 'em soft
Dealing with golf, blowed on the course
I be magazines, but then buy the source
Can't why the force, is with me
Known to bring a rapper down, bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies strut like this is beat street in
Bragging how they don't eat and abstract
I backsmack em with skateboard, flee the crime scene
With a rhyme scheme to frauds
Make become queens, run things like a rasta sprinter
The way you want the game I rub off like
I remain like a tattoo with raps
Copy like a fax y'all actual facts
Battle raps is where it began, I'ma end it I land
I done thought of, a master plan, it