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 it higher

Yo, yo
My little daughter, started, school
com, gotta make our move through
The stylist and violence vibrance
The of times with rhyme shit is timeless
The is a terrible thing to spill
Rap life's a dream that seems for real
A nigga wake up, superstar, with no
After, traveling the world to see 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 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 hurts
Play the from my grandmother like kraftwerk
I rock the fast I'm in to win but then begin to sin
We're in to win with and heineken's
Beast for each and greet the meek speech
To seek and peak cause pete, shit gets
I freak, styles that 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,

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) rough and rugged, and raw
For you and yours, for you and
(Yo, yo I-I I wanna taste these horns
I want you to taste these horns, 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 talking
on, give em, give us a little more)
For you and yours, for you and
C to the, cold-blooded (nasty) cold-blooded,
(Come on) and rugged, rugged and raw
(Yo, let let me get a little taste of this here)
For you and yours, for you and

The simps,
These mention me,
As a, intense MC, sent to be the
On the I came
With penitentiary talk, and a Hennesey walk
My imagery talks, metaphors and similes
Time for war, my artillery caulks the hardest
I'm killing 'em
Dealing with golf, blowed on the course
I be dissing magazines, but then buy the
Can't explain why the force, is me
to bring a rapper down, like bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies strut like this is beat in backpacks
how they don't eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em with skateboard, flee the crime scene
a rhyme scheme to escape frauds
Make broads become queens, run things like a sprinter
The way you want the I rub off like henner
I remain like a tattoo with natural
Copy like a fax that's actual facts
Battle raps is where it began, I'ma end it I land
I done of, a master plan, it goes