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,
it,huh, come on, hard-core
We it higher

Yo, yo
My little daughter, started, nursery
com, gotta make our move through
The stylist and violence with
The sign of times with rhyme shit is
The mind is a terrible thing to
Rap life's like a dream that for real
A nigga up, superstar, with no acres
After, traveling the world to see just 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 days I wanna off
D be like, we got no time for that!
Questlove said, we ain't got no for that!
My old bird like, we ain't got no for that!
So I rhyme when my back
the numbers from 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 the meek with speech
To and peak cause pete, shit gets deep
I freak, styles that 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,

Cold-blooded (come on) cold-blooded,
(Hit em with the) rough and rugged (come on) 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 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) and rugged (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, (nasty) cold-blooded, hard-core
(Come on) rough and rugged, and raw
(Yo, let let me get a little taste 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 I came
With penitentiary talk, coke and a walk
My imagery talks, and similes stalk
Time for war, my artillery caulks the nigga
I'm 'em soft
Dealing with golf, getting on the course
I be dissing magazines, but buy the source
explain why the force, is with me
Known to bring a rapper down, like did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies strut like this is beat in backpacks
how they don't eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em with they skateboard, flee the crime
With a rhyme to escape frauds
Make broads queens, run things like a rasta sprinter
The way you want the game I rub off henner
I remain like a tattoo with natural
Copy 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