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,
Ain't it,huh, come on,
We take it

Yo, yo
My little daughter, started, nursery
com, gotta make our move through
The and violence with vibrance
The sign of times with shit is timeless
The mind is a thing to spill
Rap life's like a that seems for real
A wake up, superstar, with no acres
After, traveling the world to see paper's paper
Streets 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 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
the numbers from my grandmother like kraftwerk
I rock the patchwork I'm in to win but then begin to sin
We're in to win hen's and heineken's
Beast for and greet the meek with speech
To seek and peak pete, shit gets deep
I freak, styles come out
At night, when most cats the gun out
Go on and on and, to the of when the
Sound run out, run out, out
C uhh,

(come on) cold-blooded, hard-core
(Hit em with the) rough and (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 these
I you to taste these horns, come on now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) (yeah) hard-core
(Ain't it) rough and rugged (uh) and raw
(Yeah baby that's I'm talking 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) rough and 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, intense MC, sent to be the
On the industry I
With penitentiary talk, coke and a Hennesey
My talks, metaphors and similes stalk
Time for war, my artillery the hardest 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 a rapper down, like bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies strut like this is street in backpacks
Bragging how they don't eat and abstract
I backsmack em with they skateboard, flee the scene
With a rhyme scheme to frauds
Make broads become queens, run like a rasta sprinter
The way you want the I rub off like henner
I remain like a tattoo with raps
Copy like a fax that's actual facts
Battle is where it began, I'ma end it wherever I land
I done of, a master plan, it goes