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 little daughter, started, school
Brother com, make our move through
The and violence with vibrance
The sign of times with rhyme is timeless
The is a terrible thing to spill
Rap life's like a dream that for real
A nigga wake up, superstar, with no
After, traveling the to see paper's just paper
Streets take ya, back and forth like a
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 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 with and heineken's
Beast for each and the meek with speech
To and peak cause pete, shit gets deep
I freak, that come out
At night, when most 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)
(come on) hard-core
(Ain't it funky) and rugged, 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) rough and rugged (uh) and raw
(Yeah baby that's what I'm 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) rough and 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 talk, coke and a Hennesey walk
My imagery talks, metaphors and similes
Time for war, my caulks the hardest nigga
I'm 'em soft
Dealing golf, getting 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 this is beat street in backpacks
Bragging how they eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em with they skateboard, flee the scene
a rhyme scheme to escape frauds
Make broads become queens, run like a rasta sprinter
The way you want the game I rub off like
I remain like a with natural raps
Copy a fax that's y'all actual facts
Battle raps is where it began, I'ma end it wherever I
I thought of, a master plan, it goes