Luyện nghe bài hát 1, 2, 3, 4

Verse One: 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 of Beverly, you find it's heavenly
slingin' dick to Pamela Anderson bitches
L.O.X., we ball
it's y'all
Straight
flee in the Z3 woozy
Now gentlemen, do we have to get some gangsta shit
for me to get paid on my song, y'all get sprayed
Esta mointo; as a nail but on point
I'll blast up the
for skimming on my
L.O.X., in total and power
and you see us with in videos be ours
You can't afford it, so you playa hate I see logic
my coat is $1500 keep your in the closet
As long as L-O-X keeps giving you you need
we gonna 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 this foundation, Mr. Jason
bald head, faced and I stay laced and
you pay good, you play good, stay good
I'ma get this money while you fake stay hood
Why I be stacking franks
15 in while you packing shanks
Iron swinger, hair triggers, Fed
real niggaz, the lil' kids dig us
Next be careful who you bring drama to
speaker phone in the with 6 monitors
Pad everything filled to the top
we ain't gonna stop, we gonna squeeze 'til you drop
Paniro, Luch, in the coupe
no trouble all my niggaz bubble like goose
Or geese, Nautica fleece it ain't
but now I can drop 25 on the
Butta do it with whoever, who you kidding?
to back like green on the other side of Clinton
Shock treatments for them who can't freak it
we keep 'em dusted, why they always try to leak it
But peep it, that weed shit, you can it
we to sell all the real units we can eat with

Verse Three: Paniro

Fuck the cars and the clothes, sex and the
that got life and niggaz that run thick
Like a pack of with tools we all improve
chance I can drown I ain't 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 a figment
you never see my ghost, through the L-O-X triangle pyramid
This is for them cats like "who's the L.O.X."
better float up to Yonkers nigga choose a
Got Arabics, Ricans, and Wops
drinking booze 'bout to drop, trying to the cops
Same shit, where you at say you at
I got my felony, holding my gat
And I been robbing cats, slinging my
Styles
BM Doub., see thug, get that dough
We ain't positive, but we ain't
the cops got guns and they don't 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 rage in 'cause we never a mil.
So we blazin' all the faggots on the
fuckin' girls but they keep 'em on the pill
But dog wear your hat 'cause the honey's ill
everything is