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' never ask him the price
If you new you can't it, you better askin' advice
Stick to the point if I had me a knife
Y'all gas better I don't ever 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 know I spit it but hate to love to it
They criticizing the lyrics, everybody's a critic, look
I push the while rappers is pushing gimmicks
I use it to push my pen and then add it to the premise
Yah, talk about it and I still live it
Underground a shovel and still diggin'
It's always about the struggle, y'all just didn't get it
My hood trouble, if y'al don't live then don't visit

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

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

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

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

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

We the first niggas did that.
I don't give a fuck what say
Alright bring it back a bit

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

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