Luyện nghe bài hát 1, 2, 3, 4

Verse One: Luchion

You on the circle line, what's wrong? your yacht out yet
you that Willie, Benz pushing, slash Melrose cat
Nigga please, in the Hills of Beverly, you find it's
slingin' to Pamela Anderson bitches daily
L.O.X., when we
it's y'all
movie
flee in the Z3 while
Now gentlemen, do we to get into some gangsta shit
for me to get paid on my song, y'all just get
Esta mointo; as a nail but on though
I'll up the loca
for skimming on my
L.O.X., in total control and
and everything you see us with in videos be
You can't afford it, so you hate I see your logic
my coat is $1500 keep your in the closet
As as L-O-X keeps giving you what you need
we take it there nigga AS WE PROCEED

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

Verse Jadakiss

Yo, you already what I'm here for
therefore, be the niggaz that I care for
Holding down this foundation, Mr.
bald head, baby faced and I laced and
you pay good, you play good, stay good
I'ma get this while you fake thugs stay hood
Why wouldn't I be stacking
15 in clip you packing shanks
Iron swinger, triggers, Fed bidders
real niggaz, the lil' still dig us
Next be careful who you bring drama to
phone in the Suburban with 6 monitors
Pad lock filled to the top
we ain't gonna stop, we gonna squeeze 'til you drop
Paniro, Luch, in the coupe
with no trouble all my niggaz bubble goose
Or geese, Nautica fleece it nothing
but now I can 25 on the piece
Butta Nats do it whoever, who you kidding?
back to back like green on the 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 trying to sell all the units we can eat with

Verse Three: Paniro

the cars and the clothes, sex and the bitch
homies 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 ain't a fool, you 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, move the L-O-X triangle pyramid
This is for cats that's like "who's the L.O.X."
float up to Yonkers nigga choose a block
Got Arabics, Ricans, and Wops
drinking booze 'bout to drop, trying to lose the
Same shit, where you at say you at
I got my felony, holding my gat
And I been cats, slinging my sacks
P-A-N-I-R-O
BM Doub., see that thug, get dough
We positive, but we ain't negative
the cops got guns and they 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 can't get a
we keep the rage in 'cause we made a mil.
So we blazin' all the faggots on the
fuckin' niggaz girls but they keep 'em on the
But dog wear your hat 'cause the honey's ill
is real