Luyện nghe bài hát 1, 2, 3, 4

Verse One: Luchion

You on the circle line, what's wrong? Ain't yacht out yet
ain't you that Willie, Benz pushing, slash cat
Nigga please, in the Hills of Beverly, you find it's
dick to Pamela Anderson bitches daily
L.O.X., we ball
it's Pay-Per-View
movie
flee in the Z3 woozy
Now gentlemen, do we to get into some gangsta shit
for me to get on my song, y'all just get sprayed
Esta mointo; as a nail but on though
I'll blast up the
for skimming on my
L.O.X., in total control and
and everything you see us in videos be ours
You can't afford it, so you playa I see your logic
my coat is keep your army in the closet
As long as L-O-X keeps you what you need
we gonna take it there 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 I care for
down this foundation, Mr. Jason
bald head, baby faced and I laced and
When you pay good, you good, stay good
get this money while you fake thugs stay hood
Why wouldn't I be franks
15 in while you packing shanks
swinger, hair triggers, Fed bidders
real niggaz, the lil' still dig us
Next be careful who you bring drama to
speaker phone in the Suburban with 6
Pad everything filled to the top
we ain't stop, we just gonna squeeze 'til you drop
Paniro, Luch, bounce in the
no trouble all my niggaz bubble like goose
Or geese, Nautica it ain't nothing
but now I can drop 25 on the
Nats do it with whoever, who you kidding?
back to back like on the other side of Clinton
Shock treatments for them who can't freak it
we keep 'em dusted, that's why they try to leak it
But it, that weed shit, you can keep it
we trying to sell all the units we can eat with

Verse Three: Paniro

Fuck the cars and the clothes, sex and the
homies got life and niggaz that run thick
a pack of wolves with tools we all improve
chance I can drown I jumping in the pool
I a fool, you fucking with the Guineas and the Mouls
when the money's me hot, I move where it's cool
My is just a figment
you never see my ghost, move through the L-O-X triangle
This is for them cats that's "who's the L.O.X."
better float up to Yonkers choose a block
Got Arabics, Ricans, Jews and
drinking booze 'bout to drop, trying to lose the
shit, where you at say where you at
I got my felony, holding my gat
And I been robbing cats, slinging my
P-A-N-I-R-O
BM Doub., see thug, get that dough
We positive, but we ain't negative
the cops got guns and don't like us where we live
Take notes, I'm smoking a roach, holding my
giving my quotes, to the shorties living with
You think it ain't real, until caged in and you can't get a feel
we keep the in 'cause we never made a mil.
So we blazin' all the on the hill
fuckin' niggaz girls but they keep 'em on the
But dog wear your hat 'cause the type ill
is real