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
com, gotta make our move through
The stylist and with vibrance
The sign of with rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a terrible to spill
Rap life's like a that seems for real
A nigga wake up, superstar, with no
After, traveling the world to see paper's paper
Streets take ya, back and forth like a
I'm a to the rhythm's breaking off
I get the job done, but days I wanna take off
D be like, we got no time for that!
Questlove said, we got no time for that!
My old like, we ain't got no time for that!
So I when my back hurts
Play the numbers from my grandmother like
I rock the patchwork I'm in to win but then begin to sin
in to win with hen's and heineken's
Beast for each and greet the with speech
To seek and peak cause pete, shit deep
I freak, styles come out
At night, when cats pull the gun out
Go on and on and, to the break of 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 these horns
I want you to taste 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
on, give em, give 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, alright let let me get a little 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 I came
With talk, coke and a Hennesey walk
My imagery talks, metaphors and stalk
Time for war, my caulks the hardest nigga
I'm killing 'em
Dealing with golf, blowed on the course
I be magazines, but then buy the source
Can't why the force, is with me
Known to bring a rapper down, bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated strut like this is beat street in backpacks
Bragging how don't eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em with they skateboard, flee the scene
With a rhyme to escape frauds
Make broads become queens, run things like a sprinter
The way you want the game I rub off henner
I remain like a tattoo with natural
Copy like a fax that's y'all facts
raps is where it began, I'ma end it wherever I land
I done of, a master plan, it goes