Luyện nghe bài hát 1, 2, 3, 4

Verse One: Luchion

You on the circle line, wrong? Ain't your yacht out yet
ain't you that Willie, Benz pushing, slash cat
please, in the Hills of Beverly, you find it's heavenly
slingin' to Pamela Anderson bitches daily
L.O.X., when we
Pay-Per-View 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 but on point though
blast up the loca
for skimming on my
L.O.X., in total control and
and everything you see us with in be ours
You afford it, so you playa hate 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 gonna it there nigga AS WE PROCEED

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

Verse Two:

Yo, you already what I'm here for
therefore, L-O-X be the that I care for
Holding this foundation, Mr. Jason
bald head, baby faced and I stay and
you pay good, you play good, stay good
I'ma get this money while you fake thugs stay
Why wouldn't I be franks
15 in clip while you packing
Iron swinger, triggers, Fed bidders
real niggaz, the lil' kids dig us
Next time be careful who you drama to
speaker phone in the Suburban with 6
Pad lock filled to the top
we ain't stop, we just gonna squeeze 'til you drop
Paniro, Luch, in the coupe
with no trouble all my niggaz bubble like
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 green on the other side of Clinton
treatments for them cats who can't freak 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 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 of wolves with 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 money's making me hot, I where it's cool
My is just a figment
you never see my ghost, move the L-O-X triangle pyramid
This is for them cats that's "who's the L.O.X."
better float up to nigga choose a block
Got Arabics, Ricans, and Wops
drinking booze 'bout to drop, to lose the cops
Same shit, you at say where you at
I got my first felony, my gat
And I been robbing cats, my sacks
Styles
BM Doub., see that thug, get dough
We ain't positive, but we ain't
the cops got guns and they don't like us we live
Take notes, I'm smoking a roach, holding my
giving my quotes, to the shorties living dope
You think it ain't real, you're caged in and you can't get a feel
we the rage in 'cause we never made a mil.
So we blazin' all the on the hill
fuckin' niggaz girls but they 'em on the pill
But dog wear your hat 'cause the type ill
everything is