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, school
com, gotta make our move through
The stylist and violence with
The sign of times with shit is timeless
The is a terrible thing to spill
Rap life's a dream that seems for real
A wake up, superstar, with no acres
After, traveling the world to see paper's paper
take ya, back and forth like a shaker
I'm a slave to the rhythm's off
I get the job done, but some I wanna take off
D be like, we ain't got no for that!
Questlove said, we ain't got no for that!
My old bird like, we ain't got no for that!
So I rhyme my back hurts
Play the numbers from my like kraftwerk
I rock the patchwork fast I'm in to win but begin to sin
We're in to win hen's and heineken's
for each and greet the meek with speech
To seek and peak cause pete, shit gets
I freak, that come out
At night, when most cats 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 the) rough and rugged (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 horns
I want you to these horns, come on now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) cold-blooded (yeah)
(Ain't it) rough and (uh) rugged 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, cold-blooded (nasty) cold-blooded,
(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,
These mention me,
As a, intense MC, sent to be the
On the I came
With talk, coke and a Hennesey walk
My talks, metaphors and similes stalk
Time for war, my artillery caulks the hardest
I'm killing 'em
Dealing with golf, blowed on the course
I be dissing magazines, but buy the source
explain why the force, is with me
Known to bring a rapper down, bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies strut like is beat street in backpacks
Bragging how they eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em they skateboard, flee the crime scene
With a rhyme scheme to frauds
broads become queens, run things like a rasta sprinter
The way you the game I rub off like henner
I like a tattoo with natural raps
Copy like a fax y'all actual facts
Battle raps is where it began, I'ma end it I land
I thought of, a master plan, it goes