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, on, hard-core
We it higher

Yo, yo
My daughter, started, nursery school
com, gotta make our move through
The stylist and violence vibrance
The sign of times rhyme shit is timeless
The is a terrible thing to spill
Rap life's like a dream that for real
A nigga wake up, superstar, no acres
After, traveling the world to see paper's just
Streets take ya, back and 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 got no time for that!
said, we ain't got no time for that!
My old bird like, we ain't got no for that!
So I rhyme when my hurts
Play the numbers from my grandmother 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 greet the with speech
To seek and cause pete, shit gets deep
I freak, that come out
At night, when cats pull the gun out
Go on and on and, to the break of the
run out, run out, r-run out
C uhh,

Cold-blooded (come on) cold-blooded,
(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 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
on, give em, give us a little more)
For you and yours, for you and
C to the, cold-blooded (nasty) cold-blooded,
(Come on) rough and rugged, and raw
(Yo, alright let let me get a little of this here)
For you and yours, for you and

The simps,
These studs me,
As a, intense MC, to be the reign
On the I came
penitentiary 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, blowed on the course
I be magazines, but then buy the source
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 don't eat meat and
I backsmack em with they skateboard, the crime scene
With a rhyme to escape frauds
Make become 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 that's actual facts
Battle raps is where it began, I'ma end it wherever I
I done of, a master plan, it goes