Luyện nghe bài hát Solomon Grundy

Gun in my hand,
me a gram, shoot
Misunderstanded with the family man,
I'm banging, I'm
I'm in state boots
I hang with the same
Aim at your
The that you say cute?
I relate, duke
The trey pound's related to the ache in the face
Nigga, I hate you, you, Ivan Drago
I'm rushing to put pellets in your pronto
P! Ain't money, we can't convo
You pussy pressure, pa
P strong, though
I in the shells, I beat up your squad
You in jail, you Chico DeBarge
Fucking bag steamers
I sell coke that's whiter than milk of
when I'm making mine
You you rhyme, you should think of mine
I made my bones shaving Sharon Stones in a zone
One way ticket from the projects to a pool
Trapping, balling, and rappin is the holy trinity
I sold a pack 'fore I my virginity
Surrounded by speed and weed geeks
Quiet down, up when g's speak
of the body catcher, the crown's been captured
Caught up in the rapture, I slaughtered a bunch of
no Tarzan in the marshland
Fumes the meth cook turn me into the swamp man
White and Amy Winehouse
fine lines in hindsight
Coulda made some choices
I didn't always have to listen to the
Thug in my bloodline, mud pies and drug
The dead live on and love
Ill Bill futuristic like Paul Laffoley
Haul your away
Reptilian like a cannibal's
Horrifying like dying in a plane
Nosediving, fire in the sky, showers of
Houses of pain on cypress hills and terrain
Even a lion after an ounce of sour to the face
I'm the lightning that the worshipped
The sight of when a rifles
I'm a decisive
on a bullet wound
, feel the sting
Everything is
I'm a Heavy Metal
Been intelligent, irreverent, malevolent
indeed, plus a veteran
On point like the Devil's
Surrounded by apparitions & of smiling death
Assassins pistols capture your dying breath
Like you into a horror flick
Kill you then resurrect you in the of a blizzard of hollow tips
Grundy