Luyện nghe bài hát Frozen

Music is life I ain't in to or ice
I ain't into chain snatchin', ain't into a wife
Fan don't never ask him the price
If you new you can't afford it, you askin' advice
Stick to the point if I had me a knife
Y'all gas better hope I don't ever me a light
Meth, not the type for the pipe
But the type you feel it you know I'm doing it right
You I spit it but hate to love to admit it
They the lyrics, guess everybody's a critic, look
I push the limit while rappers is gimmicks
I use it to push my pen and then add it to the premise
Yah, still talk about it and I live it
without a shovel and still diggin'
It's been about the struggle, y'all just didn't get it
My hood trouble, if y'al don't here then don't visit

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

And do you know the penalty for
What
The penalty is death and there is no

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 train
Mafia's assassins, cocaine's
Fat man with the pinky ring
Movin' the static traffic
The hoss, called The Dragon
His head's bald, enemies are
His are claws, cigar's lit, targets are hit
His broad is fit with the tits
Through the fog, sit
Helicopters Nicaragua
Scuba dig for lobster
The zoo are tigers, pits, and
The bets,
Threats,
wear wires, shooters was hired

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

Like a Shaolin astoundin', grounds like mountains
Bouncin', be the largest nigga, pounds and
like cursive, my verses birth inertia
Converge and surge, and burn ya
Philosophical, spit prodigal, son
Known to bust a clip and swift right at your opticals
In a hot red tube I split particles, rift
hit with nautical drifts, spark up the spliff
Chris Samurai, mesmerized, strikes than sanitize
You fantasize, real, couldn't show it if I pantomime
Bronx symphony, lyrically, chomp bitch MCs
mine, wouldn't even give you niggas my sympathies
Feelin' me? Said you feelin' me, you niggas feelin'
Brave hearted, you leave departed like enemies
Marvel, marvelous, my art is
If you ain't the nicest, you a target,

We the first that did that.
I don't a fuck what nobody say
Alright bring it a little bit

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

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