Luyện nghe bài hát Frost

Jet Life all playa,
Fresh weed in a jar playa,
Not the body Slayer,
up strings like a Guitar player,
Dying Man, Body shaking, Body snatcher,
Come the track up, cause this was a Massacre,
the beat, the beat right side left and everywhere but backwards,
Cold and ?, im low in a two door,
Listening to Dizzy Rascal, Right up ya
Fly as a parachutte,
as a paratroop-er, before he deployed,
you aint a D boy, you a decoy,
you aint lee nor bruce leeroy,
Cant it bruce bruce you a comedy boy,
Yeah,
My mission here is to the wackness,
I offense this from all factions?
Fools are all papers you ashings,
Cashout the Casino magic,
My from Cincinatti, My weed from Cali,
Feel the blits like an whats happenin,
time,
Every green kind we snatchin trees and you to snatch to make cash with,
Heavily Heavy my paper straight, Holdin it down im a weight,
off baller your paper fake, You fallin off and im home plate safe,
How else can i call it but how i see it, Cant say your name i aint see ya,
Flow cold Inside door of the freezer, 4 chose but im in a 2 Seater,
Follow in a cab or ill catch you weekend, Either way baby girl nigga aint tweakin,
Pleadin, please im peelin off, Now you realize you was with a boss,
Never took the but you took the loss,
Got your friend in my drive with the takin off,
At the her top gettin taken off, And she can share the details when she wakes tomorrow...