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

Yo, yo
My little daughter, started, nursery
Brother com, gotta make our through
The and violence with vibrance
The sign of times with shit is timeless
The mind is a terrible to spill
Rap life's like a that seems for real
A wake up, superstar, with no acres
After, the world to see paper's just paper
Streets take ya, back and like 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!
said, we ain't got no time for that!
My old bird like, we got no time for that!
So I rhyme my back hurts
Play the numbers my grandmother like kraftwerk
I rock the patchwork fast I'm in to win but then to sin
We're in to win with and heineken's
Beast for each and the meek with speech
To and peak cause pete, shit gets deep
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,

(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)
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 wanna taste these
I want you to these horns, come 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, give em, us a little more)
For you and yours, for you and
C to the, (nasty) cold-blooded, hard-core
(Come on) and rugged, rugged and raw
(Yo, let let me get a little taste of this here)
For you and yours, for you and

The simps,
These studs me,
As a, MC, sent to be the reign
On the industry I
With penitentiary talk, coke and a walk
My imagery talks, metaphors and similes
Time for war, my caulks the hardest nigga
I'm killing 'em
Dealing with golf, blowed on the course
I be dissing magazines, but buy the source
Can't explain why the force, is me
Known to bring a rapper down, bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies strut like this is street in backpacks
Bragging how they don't eat meat and
I backsmack em with skateboard, flee the crime scene
a rhyme scheme to escape frauds
Make broads become queens, run things a rasta sprinter
The way you want the game I rub off henner
I remain like a tattoo with raps
Copy like a fax that's actual facts
Battle raps is where it began, end it wherever I land
I done of, a master plan, it goes