Luyện nghe bài hát 1, 2, 3, 4

Verse Sheek Luchion

You on the circle line, what's wrong? Ain't your out yet
ain't you Willie, Benz pushing, slash Melrose cat
Nigga please, in the Hills of Beverly, you find it's
dick to Pamela Anderson bitches daily
L.O.X., when we
it's y'all
Straight
in the Z3 while woozy
Now gentlemen, do we have to get into some gangsta
for me to get paid on my song, y'all just get
mointo; as a nail but on point though
I'll blast up the
for on my coca
L.O.X., in total and power
and everything you see us with in be ours
You afford it, so you playa hate I see your logic
my coat is $1500 keep your in the closet
As long as L-O-X keeps giving you you need
we gonna take it nigga AS WE PROCEED

(Ma$e): 1, 2, 3, 4 (4X)

Verse Two:

Yo, you already know I'm here for
therefore, L-O-X be the niggaz that I for
Holding this foundation, Mr. Jason
bald head, faced and I stay laced and
you pay good, you play good, stay good
I'ma get money while you fake thugs stay hood
Why wouldn't I be stacking
15 in clip you packing shanks
swinger, hair triggers, Fed bidders
real niggaz, the kids still dig us
Next time be careful who you bring to
speaker phone in the Suburban with 6
Pad lock everything to the top
we ain't gonna stop, we just gonna squeeze 'til you
Paniro, Luch, in the coupe
with no all my niggaz bubble like goose
Or geese, Nautica fleece it ain't
but now I can drop 25 on the
Nats do it with whoever, who you kidding?
back to back like green on the other side of
treatments for them cats who can't freak it
we keep 'em dusted, that's why always try to leak it
But peep it, weed shit, you can keep it
we trying to all the real units we can eat with

Three: Styles Paniro

Fuck the and the clothes, sex and the bitch
homies that got life and niggaz that run
Like a pack of wolves with we all improve
chance I can drown I jumping in the pool
I ain't a fool, you fucking with the Guineas and the
when the making me hot, I move where it's cool
My pigment is a figment
you never see my ghost, move through the triangle pyramid
This is for them cats that's "who's the L.O.X."
float up to Yonkers nigga choose a block
Got Arabics, Ricans, Jews and
drinking 'bout to drop, trying to lose the cops
Same shit, you at say where you at
I got my first felony, my gat
And I been robbing cats, my sacks
Styles
BM Doub., see thug, get that dough
We ain't positive, but we ain't
the cops got and they don't like us where we live
Take notes, I'm a roach, holding my toast
giving my quotes, to the shorties living with
You think it ain't real, you're caged in and you can't get a feel
we keep the rage in 'cause we never a mil.
So we blazin' all the on the hill
niggaz girls but they keep 'em on the pill
But dog wear your hat the honey's type ill
everything is