Luyện nghe bài hát 1, 2, 3, 4

Verse One: Luchion

You on the line, what's wrong? Ain't your yacht out yet
ain't you that Willie, Benz pushing, Melrose cat
Nigga please, in the of Beverly, you find it's heavenly
slingin' dick to Pamela Anderson daily
L.O.X., we ball
it's y'all
movie
flee in the Z3 woozy
Now gentlemen, do we have to get into gangsta 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 skimming on my
L.O.X., in total control and
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 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 what I'm here for
therefore, be the niggaz that I care for
Holding down this foundation, Mr.
head, baby faced and I stay laced and
When you pay good, you play good, stay
I'ma get this while you fake thugs stay hood
Why wouldn't I be franks
15 in clip you packing shanks
swinger, hair triggers, Fed bidders
real niggaz, the lil' still dig us
Next be careful who you bring drama to
speaker in the Suburban with 6 monitors
Pad lock filled to the top
we ain't gonna stop, we just gonna squeeze 'til you
Paniro, Luch, bounce in the
with no trouble all my niggaz bubble like
Or geese, fleece it ain't nothing
but now I can 25 on the piece
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 they try to leak it
But peep it, weed shit, you can keep it
we trying to sell all the units we can eat with

Verse Three: Styles

Fuck the cars and the clothes, sex and the
homies that got life and that run thick
Like a pack of wolves tools we all improve
chance I can drown I ain't in the pool
I ain't a fool, you fucking with the and the Mouls
when the money's making me hot, I move where cool
My pigment is a figment
you never see my ghost, move through the L-O-X pyramid
This is for them cats that's "who's the L.O.X."
better up to Yonkers nigga choose a block
Got Arabics, Ricans, and Wops
drinking booze to drop, trying to lose the cops
Same shit, where you at say 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 ain't positive, but we negative
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 shorties living with
You think it ain't real, until you're caged in and you get a feel
we keep the rage in 'cause we made a mil.
So we blazin' all the on the hill
niggaz girls but they keep 'em on the pill
But dog wear hat 'cause the honey's type ill
everything is