Luyện nghe bài hát 1, 2, 3, 4

Verse One: Sheek

You on the circle line, what's wrong? Ain't yacht out yet
ain't you that Willie, pushing, slash Melrose cat
Nigga please, in the Hills of Beverly, you find heavenly
slingin' dick to Anderson bitches daily
L.O.X., when we
it's y'all
movie
flee in the Z3 woozy
Now gentlemen, do we have to get into some shit
for me to get on my song, y'all just get sprayed
mointo; as a nail but on point though
I'll up the loca
for on my coca
L.O.X., in control and power
and everything you see us with in videos be
You afford it, so you playa hate I see your logic
my coat is keep your army in the closet
As long as L-O-X keeps giving you you need
we gonna take it there nigga AS WE

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

Verse Jadakiss

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

Three: Styles Paniro

Fuck the and the clothes, sex and the bitch
homies that got and niggaz that run thick
Like a pack of wolves tools we all improve
chance I can I ain't jumping in the pool
I a fool, you fucking with the Guineas and the Mouls
when the making me hot, I move where it's cool
My pigment is just a
you never see my ghost, move through the L-O-X triangle
This is for them that's like "who's the L.O.X."
better float up to nigga choose a block
Got Arabics, Ricans, Jews and
drinking booze 'bout to drop, trying to the cops
shit, where you at say where you at
I got my first felony, my gat
And I been robbing cats, slinging my
Styles
BM Doub., see that thug, get 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 with dope
You think it ain't real, until you're caged in and you can't get a
we keep the rage in 'cause we made a mil.
So we blazin' all the faggots on the
fuckin' girls but they keep 'em on the pill
But dog wear hat 'cause the honey's type ill
is real