Luyện nghe bài hát Frozen

Music is life I ain't in to or ice
I ain't into snatchin', ain't into smackin' a wife
Fan supportin' don't ask him the price
If you new you afford it, you better askin' advice
Stick to the if I ever had me a knife
Y'all gas better hope I don't have me a light
Meth, not the type for doin' the
But the type when you feel it you know I'm doing it
You I spit it but hate to love to admit it
criticizing the lyrics, guess everybody's a critic, look
I push the limit while is pushing gimmicks
I use it to push my pen and then add it to the premise
Yah, still about it and I still live it
Underground a shovel and still diggin'
It's always been about the struggle, just didn't get it
My hood trouble, if don't live here then don't visit

Most of us poppin' pain, drugs in the rain
I sweat money, neck chills in the frost
Make money, and build me a train
Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big
Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' in the rain
I sweat money, neck chills in the frost
Make money, maintain and me a train
Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big

And do you the penalty for that?
penalty?
The penalty is and there is no alternative

me bad
Face emerge, blood in the
Switchblade, raid, drugs on the glass
Ugly villains, hunchback, gun for the
Suitcase, FBI plant a bug on the
Shoot-outs, hang glides on the ride
Mafia's assassins, cocaine's
Fat man with the pinky laughin'
Movin' the static through
The hoss, boss The Dragon
His head's bald, are mauled
His are claws, cigar's lit, targets are hit
His broad is fit the largest tits
Through the fog, sit
over Nicaragua
Scuba dig for lobster
The zoo are tigers, pits, and
The bets,
Threats,
Fools wear wires, shooters was

of us poppin' pain, sellin' drugs in the rain
I don't sweat money, neck in the frost
Make money, and build me a train
Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big
Most of us poppin' pain, drugs in the rain
I don't sweat money, chills in the frost
Make money, maintain and build me a
Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Goose, and a big Ruger

Like a astoundin', pound grounds like mountains
Bouncin', be the largest nigga, pounds and
Well-rounded like cursive, my verses inertia
Converge and surge, and burn ya
Philosophical, prodigal, son quantical
Known to bust a clip and kick right at your opticals
In a hot red tube I particles, follicles rift
Punches hit with drifts, spark up the spliff
Chris Samurai, mesmerized, strikes than sanitize
You fantasize, real, couldn't it more if I pantomime
Bronx symphony, stomp lyrically, chomp MCs
Earn mine, even give you niggas my sympathies
Feelin' me? Said you feelin' me, you niggas heat
Brave hearted, you leave departed like Hawk's
Marvel, marvelous, my art is
If you ain't the nicest, you a target,

We the first niggas did that.
I give a fuck what nobody say
Alright bring it a little bit

Most of us pain, sellin' drugs in the rain
I don't money, neck chills in the frost
Make money, maintain and build me a
Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big
Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' drugs in the
I don't sweat money, neck chills in the
Make money, and build me a train
Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Goose, and a big Ruger

Are you kidding? I don't it's brutal.
You deserve to be
Well, I'd to see you try that
You think this is to work out? It isn't going to be quite so easy.
He who will be killed.
Those who kill will to be killed
Wh-what