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 little daughter, started, nursery
Brother com, gotta make our through
The stylist and violence with
The sign of with rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a terrible thing to
Rap like a dream that seems for real
A nigga up, superstar, with no acres
After, traveling the 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 days I take off
D be like, we ain't got no for that!
Questlove said, we got no time for that!
My old like, we ain't got no time for that!
So I rhyme when my back
Play the from my grandmother like kraftwerk
I rock the patchwork fast I'm in to win but then to sin
We're in to win hen's and heineken's
Beast for and greet the meek with speech
To seek and peak cause pete, gets deep
I freak, that come out
At night, when most cats 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) 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 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) rough and rugged (uh) and raw
(Yeah baby that's what I'm about
come on, give em, give us a more)
For you and yours, for you and
C to the, (nasty) cold-blooded, hard-core
(Come on) and rugged, rugged and raw
(Yo, alright let let me get a 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 talk, coke and a Hennesey walk
My imagery talks, metaphors and similes
Time for war, my artillery caulks the nigga
I'm 'em soft
Dealing with golf, getting on the course
I be dissing magazines, but then buy the
Can't explain why the force, is me
Known to bring a down, like bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies strut like is beat street in backpacks
Bragging how they don't eat and abstract
I backsmack em with they skateboard, the crime scene
With a rhyme scheme to escape
broads become queens, run things like a rasta sprinter
The way you want the game I rub off like
I remain a tattoo with natural raps
Copy like a fax y'all actual facts
raps is where it began, I'ma end it wherever I land
I done thought of, a master plan, it