Luyện nghe bài hát Solomon Grundy

Gun in my hand,
Hand me a gram,
Misunderstanded the family man, shoot
I'm banging, I'm
I'm training in boots
I hang with the group
Aim at grapefruit
The that you say cute?
I can't relate,
The trey related to the ache in the face full
Nigga, I hate you, break you, Ivan
I'm rushing to put pellets in your pronto
P! Ain't talking money, we can't
You pussy pressure, pa
P stand strong,
I bring in the shells, I beat up squad
You singing in jail, you Chico
Fucking bag steamers
I sell coke that's whiter than milk of
Frankenstein when I'm mine
You think you rhyme, you think of mine
I made my bones shaving Sharon in a school zone
One way from the projects to a pool home
Trapping, balling, and is the hoods holy trinity
I sold a pack 'fore I lost my
Surrounded by speed and weed geeks
Quiet down, up when g's speak
Return of the body catcher, the 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
lines and Amy Winehouse
Walk fine lines in
Coulda made some choices
I didn't always have to listen to the
in my bloodline, mud pies and drug buys
The dead live on and dies
Ill Bill murder futuristic Paul Laffoley
your casket away
Reptilian like a brain
Horrifying dying in a two-passenger plane
Nosediving, fire in the sky, of flame
Houses of pain on cypress and mountainous terrain
Even a lion chills after an ounce of to the face
I'm the lightning that the Vikings
The sight of a rifles bursting
I'm a person
on a bullet wound
, feel the Henny
is everything
I'm a Heavy King
Been labeled intelligent, irreverent,
True indeed, a veteran
On like the Devil's chin
by apparitions & statues of smiling death
Assassins with pistols capture your breath
Like you stepped a horror flick
you then resurrect you in the middle of a blizzard of hollow tips
Solomon