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 rhyme shit is timeless
The is a terrible 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
Streets take ya, 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 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 when my back hurts
Play the numbers from my like kraftwerk
I the patchwork fast I'm in to win but then begin to sin
We're in to win with hen's and
Beast for each and greet the with speech
To seek and peak pete, shit gets deep
I freak, that come out
At night, most cats pull 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 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 think I wanna taste horns
I want you to these 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 what I'm talking
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, intense MC, sent to be the
On the industry I
With penitentiary talk, coke and a Hennesey
My imagery talks, and similes stalk
Time for war, my artillery the hardest nigga
I'm killing 'em
Dealing with golf, getting on the course
I be dissing magazines, but then buy the
Can't why the force, is with me
to bring a rapper down, like bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies strut like is beat street in backpacks
Bragging how they eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em they skateboard, flee the crime scene
With a rhyme scheme to frauds
Make broads queens, run things like a rasta sprinter
The way you want the game I rub off henner
I like a tattoo with natural raps
Copy like a fax y'all actual facts
Battle raps is where it began, end it wherever I land
I thought of, a master plan, it goes