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, 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 like a dream that seems for real
A nigga wake up, superstar, with no
After, traveling the world to see just paper
Streets take ya, back and forth a shaker
I'm a slave to the rhythm's off
I get the job done, but days I wanna 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 ain't got no for that!
So I rhyme my back hurts
Play the from my grandmother like kraftwerk
I rock the patchwork fast I'm in to win but begin to sin
We're in to win with hen's and
for each and greet the meek with speech
To seek and peak cause pete, shit gets
I freak, styles that out
At night, when cats 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 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 taste these horns
I want you to taste these horns, on now)
C, the (uh) cold-blooded (yeah) hard-core
(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, (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,
These mention me,
As a, intense MC, to be the reign
On the I came
With talk, coke and a Hennesey walk
My talks, metaphors and similes stalk
for war, my artillery caulks the hardest nigga
I'm killing 'em
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, like bobby did
Sophisticated sissies strut like is beat street in backpacks
Bragging how they eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em with skateboard, flee the crime scene
With a rhyme scheme to escape
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
like a fax that's y'all actual facts
Battle is where it began, I'ma end it wherever I land
I thought of, a master plan, it goes