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 it higher

Yo, yo
My daughter, started, nursery school
Brother com, gotta make our through
The stylist and violence vibrance
The sign of times with rhyme is timeless
The mind is a terrible thing to
Rap life's a dream that seems for real
A nigga wake up, superstar, with no
After, traveling the to see paper's just paper
take ya, back and forth like a shaker
I'm a slave to the breaking off
I get the job done, but some days I 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 when my back hurts
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 each and greet the meek speech
To seek and peak cause pete, shit deep
I freak, that come out
At night, when most 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 the) rough 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 taste these horns
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 what I'm talking about
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,
studs mention me,
As a, intense MC, to be the reign
On the industry I
With penitentiary talk, and a Hennesey walk
My imagery talks, metaphors and stalk
Time for war, my artillery the hardest nigga
I'm killing 'em
with golf, getting blowed on the course
I be dissing magazines, but then buy the
Can't why the force, is with me
Known to a rapper down, like bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies like this is beat street in backpacks
Bragging how they don't eat and abstract
I backsmack em with skateboard, flee the crime scene
With a rhyme scheme to escape
Make broads become queens, run things like a sprinter
The way you the game I rub off like henner
I remain like a with natural raps
Copy like a fax y'all actual facts
Battle raps is it began, I'ma end it wherever I land
I thought of, a master plan, it goes