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,
it,huh, come on, hard-core
We take it

Yo, yo
My daughter, started, nursery school
com, gotta make our move through
The and violence with vibrance
The sign of times with rhyme shit is
The mind is a thing to spill
Rap like a dream that seems for real
A nigga wake up, superstar, no acres
After, the world to see paper's just paper
Streets take ya, and forth like a shaker
I'm a to the rhythm's breaking off
I get the job done, but some days I wanna off
D be like, we ain't got no for that!
Questlove said, we ain't got no for that!
My old like, we ain't got no time for that!
So I when my back hurts
Play the from my grandmother like kraftwerk
I the patchwork fast I'm in to win but then begin to sin
We're in to win with hen's and
Beast for and greet the meek with speech
To seek and peak cause pete, shit gets
I freak, styles come out
At night, when most cats the gun out
Go on and on and, to the of when the
Sound run out, run out, out
C uhh,

Cold-blooded (come on) cold-blooded,
(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) and rugged, rugged and raw
For you and yours, for you and
(Yo, yo I-I think I wanna taste horns
I want you to taste horns, come on now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) cold-blooded (yeah)
(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, (nasty) cold-blooded, hard-core
(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 I came
With talk, coke and a Hennesey walk
My imagery talks, metaphors and similes
Time for war, my artillery caulks the 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
to bring a rapper down, like bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated strut like this is beat street in backpacks
Bragging how they don't eat and abstract
I backsmack em with they skateboard, flee the scene
With a scheme to escape frauds
Make broads become queens, run things like a rasta
The way you want the game I rub off like
I remain like a tattoo with natural
Copy like a fax that's y'all actual
Battle is where it began, I'ma end it wherever I land
I done thought of, a plan, it goes