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 daughter, started, nursery school
Brother com, gotta make our move
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 dream that for real
A nigga wake up, superstar, with no
After, the world to see paper's just paper
Streets take ya, back and forth a shaker
I'm a to the rhythm's breaking off
I get the job done, but some days I 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 like kraftwerk
I rock the patchwork fast I'm in to win but then to sin
We're in to win with hen's and
Beast for each and greet the meek speech
To seek and 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 of when 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) rough and rugged, and raw
For you and yours, for you and
(Yo, yo I-I think I wanna taste horns
I want you to taste these horns, on now)
C, the (uh) cold-blooded (yeah) hard-core
(Ain't it) and rugged (uh) rugged and raw
(Yeah baby that's I'm talking about
come on, 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 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 hardest
I'm 'em soft
Dealing with golf, getting blowed on the
I be dissing magazines, but then buy the
Can't explain why the force, is me
Known to bring a rapper down, 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 to escape frauds
Make broads become queens, run things like a sprinter
The way you want the game I rub off henner
I like a tattoo with natural raps
Copy like a fax that's actual facts
Battle is where it began, I'ma end it wherever I land
I done thought of, a master plan, it