Luyện nghe bài hát 1, 2, 3, 4

Verse One: Sheek

You on the line, what's wrong? Ain't your yacht out yet
you that Willie, Benz pushing, slash Melrose cat
Nigga please, in the Hills of Beverly, you it's heavenly
slingin' to Pamela Anderson bitches daily
L.O.X., we ball
it's y'all
Straight
flee in the Z3 woozy
Now gentlemen, do we to get into some gangsta shit
for me to get paid on my song, just get sprayed
Esta mointo; as a nail but on point
I'll blast up the
for on my coca
L.O.X., in control and power
and everything you see us with in videos be
You can't afford it, so you playa I see your logic
my coat is keep your army in the closet
As as L-O-X keeps giving you what you need
we gonna it there nigga 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 that I care for
down this foundation, Mr. Jason
bald head, baby and I stay laced and
When you pay good, you good, stay good
I'ma get this money while you thugs stay hood
Why I be stacking franks
15 in clip while you shanks
swinger, hair triggers, Fed bidders
real niggaz, the kids still dig us
Next time be careful who you drama to
phone in the Suburban with 6 monitors
Pad lock filled to the top
we ain't gonna stop, we just gonna 'til you drop
Paniro, Luch, in the coupe
with no trouble all my niggaz bubble goose
Or geese, Nautica it ain't nothing
but now I can drop 25 on the
Butta Nats do it with whoever, who you
back to back green on the other side of Clinton
Shock treatments for cats 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 trying to sell all the real units we can eat

Verse Three: Paniro

Fuck the cars and the clothes, sex and the
homies that got and niggaz that run thick
Like a pack of wolves with tools we all
I can drown I ain't jumping in the pool
I a fool, you fucking with the Guineas and the Mouls
when the money's making me hot, I move it's cool
My is just a figment
you never see my ghost, move through the triangle pyramid
This is for cats that's like "who's the L.O.X."
better up to Yonkers nigga choose a block
Got Arabics, Ricans, Jews and
drinking booze 'bout to drop, to lose the cops
shit, where you at say where you at
I got my felony, holding my gat
And I been robbing cats, my sacks
Styles
BM Doub., see that thug, get that
We ain't positive, but we ain't
the cops got and they don't like us where we live
Take notes, I'm smoking a roach, my toast
my quotes, to the shorties living with dope
You think it ain't real, until you're caged in and you 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 they 'em on the pill
But dog wear your hat 'cause the honey's ill
is real