Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Blooded

Cold-blooded, cold-blooded,
and rugged, 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 take it

Yo, yo
My little daughter, started, nursery
Brother com, gotta make our move
The stylist and with vibrance
The sign of times rhyme shit is timeless
The is a terrible thing to spill
Rap life's like a dream that seems for
A nigga up, superstar, with no acres
After, the world to see paper's just paper
Streets ya, back and forth like a shaker
I'm a slave to the rhythm's off
I get the job done, but some days I wanna 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 numbers from my grandmother like
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 and greet the meek with speech
To seek and peak cause pete, gets deep
I freak, that come out
At night, most cats pull 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 with the) 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 wanna taste these
I you to taste these horns, come on now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) (yeah) hard-core
(Ain't it) and rugged (uh) rugged and raw
(Yeah baby what I'm talking about
come on, em, give us a little more)
For you and yours, for you and
C to the, cold-blooded (nasty) cold-blooded,
(Come on) rough and rugged, and raw
(Yo, alright let let me get a taste of this here)
For you and yours, for you and

The simps,
These studs me,
As a, intense MC, to be the reign
On the I came
With penitentiary talk, coke and a Hennesey
My imagery talks, and similes stalk
Time for war, my artillery caulks the nigga
I'm killing 'em
Dealing golf, getting blowed on the course
I be dissing magazines, but then buy the
Can't explain why the force, is me
Known to bring a down, like bobby did Whitney
sissies strut like this is beat street in backpacks
Bragging how they don't eat meat and
I backsmack em with they skateboard, the crime scene
With a rhyme scheme to 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 natural raps
Copy like a fax that's actual facts
Battle raps is it began, I'ma end it wherever I land
I done of, a master plan, it goes