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, nursery
Brother com, gotta make our through
The and violence with vibrance
The sign of times with rhyme is timeless
The mind is a thing to spill
Rap life's like a dream seems for real
A nigga wake up, superstar, no acres
After, traveling the world to see paper's paper
take ya, back and forth like a shaker
I'm a to the rhythm's breaking off
I get the job done, but days I wanna take off
D be like, we ain't got no for that!
said, we ain't got no time for that!
My old like, we ain't got no time for that!
So I rhyme when my back
Play the from my grandmother like kraftwerk
I rock the patchwork fast I'm in to win but begin to sin
We're in to win with and heineken's
Beast for each and greet the with speech
To seek and peak cause pete, shit gets
I freak, that come out
At night, most cats 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 with the) rough and rugged (come on) 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 taste 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 about
come on, give em, give us a 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 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 talk, coke and a Hennesey walk
My imagery talks, and similes stalk
Time for war, my artillery caulks the hardest
I'm killing 'em
Dealing with golf, getting on the course
I be dissing magazines, but buy the source
Can't why the force, is with me
to bring a rapper down, like bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies strut like this is beat street in
Bragging how they don't eat meat and
I em with they skateboard, flee the crime scene
With a rhyme scheme to escape
Make broads become queens, run things like a rasta
The way you want the I rub off like henner
I remain like a tattoo with raps
like a fax that's y'all actual facts
Battle raps is where it began, end it wherever I land
I thought of, a master plan, it goes