Luyện nghe bài hát Frozen

Music is I ain't in to fashion or ice
I ain't chain snatchin', ain't into smackin' a wife
Fan supportin' don't never ask him the
If you new you can't afford it, you better advice
Stick to the point if I had me a knife
Y'all gas better hope I don't ever have me a
Meth, not the type for doin' the
But the type when you feel it you 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 pushing
I use it to push my pen and then add it to the premise
Yah, still talk about it and I still it
Underground without a shovel and still
It's always about the struggle, y'all just didn't get it
My hood trouble, if don't live here then don't visit

Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' in the rain
I don't sweat money, neck chills in the
Make money, and build me a train
Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big
of us poppin' 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, 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, on the glass
villains, hunchback, gun for the killin'
Suitcase, FBI a bug on the millions
Shoot-outs, hang glides on the ride
assassins, cocaine's inside
Fat man with the pinky laughin'
Movin' the static through
The hoss, boss called The
His bald, enemies are mauled
His are claws, cigar's lit, targets are hit
His is fit with the largest tits
the fog, they sit
Helicopters over
Scuba dig for lobster
The zoo are tigers, pits, and
The bets,
Threats,
Fools wear wires, was hired

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

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

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 chills in the
money, maintain 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, and build me a train
Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Goose, and a big Ruger

Are you kidding? I don't necce? 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 kills be killed.
Those who kill will have to be
Wh-what