Luyện nghe bài hát 1, 2, 3, 4

Verse Sheek Luchion

You on the circle line, what's wrong? your yacht out yet
ain't you that Willie, Benz pushing, slash cat
Nigga please, in the of Beverly, you find it's heavenly
slingin' dick to Anderson bitches daily
L.O.X., when we
Pay-Per-View y'all
Straight
flee in the Z3 while
Now gentlemen, do we have to get into some gangsta
for me to get paid on my song, just get sprayed
Esta mointo; as a nail but on point
I'll up the loca
for on my coca
L.O.X., in total control and
and everything you see us with in be ours
You can't afford it, so you playa I see your logic
my coat is $1500 your army in the closet
As long as L-O-X giving you what you need
we take it there nigga AS WE PROCEED

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

Verse Two:

Yo, you already know what I'm for
therefore, L-O-X be the that I care for
Holding down this foundation, Mr.
bald head, baby and I stay laced and
When you pay good, you play good, stay
I'ma get this money while you fake thugs stay
Why wouldn't I be franks
15 in clip while you shanks
Iron swinger, triggers, Fed bidders
real niggaz, the kids still dig us
Next time be careful who you bring to
speaker in the Suburban with 6 monitors
Pad lock everything to the top
we ain't gonna stop, we just gonna squeeze you drop
Paniro, Luch, bounce in the
with no trouble all my niggaz like goose
Or geese, Nautica fleece it nothing
but now I can drop 25 on the
Butta do it with whoever, who you kidding?
back to back like on the other side of Clinton
Shock treatments for cats who can't freak it
we keep 'em dusted, that's why they try to leak it
But peep it, weed shit, you can keep it
we trying to all the real units we can eat with

Verse Three: Styles

the cars and the clothes, sex and the bitch
homies that got life and that run thick
Like a pack of with tools we all improve
chance I can drown I ain't jumping in the
I ain't a fool, you fucking with the Guineas and the
when the money's making me hot, I where it's cool
My pigment is just a
you never see my ghost, move through the triangle pyramid
This is for them that's like "who's the L.O.X."
better float up to nigga choose a block
Got Arabics, Ricans, and Wops
drinking booze to drop, trying to lose the cops
shit, where you at say where you at
I got my first felony, my gat
And I robbing cats, slinging my sacks
Styles
BM Doub., see that thug, get that
We ain't positive, but we ain't
the cops got guns and they like us where we live
notes, I'm smoking a roach, holding my toast
giving my quotes, to the living with dope
You think it ain't real, until you're in and you can't get a feel
we keep the in 'cause we never made a mil.
So we all the faggots on the hill
fuckin' niggaz girls but keep 'em on the pill
But dog wear your hat 'cause the honey's ill
is real