Luyện nghe bài hát 1, 2, 3, 4

Verse One: Sheek

You on the circle line, what's wrong? your yacht out yet
ain't you Willie, Benz pushing, slash Melrose cat
Nigga please, in the Hills of Beverly, you find heavenly
slingin' to Pamela Anderson bitches daily
L.O.X., we ball
Pay-Per-View 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 as a nail 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 can't afford it, so you hate I see your logic
my coat is $1500 keep army in the closet
As long as L-O-X keeps you what you need
we gonna take it nigga AS WE PROCEED

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

Verse Jadakiss

Yo, you know 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 laced and
When you pay good, you play good, stay
I'ma get this money while you fake stay hood
Why wouldn't I be stacking
15 in clip while you packing
Iron swinger, triggers, Fed bidders
real niggaz, the lil' kids dig us
time be careful who you bring drama to
speaker phone in the Suburban 6 monitors
Pad everything filled to the top
we ain't gonna stop, we just squeeze 'til you drop
Paniro, Luch, in the coupe
no trouble all my niggaz bubble like goose
Or geese, Nautica it ain't nothing
but now I can 25 on the piece
Butta Nats do it whoever, who you kidding?
back to back like on the other side of Clinton
Shock treatments for cats who can't freak it
we keep 'em dusted, that's why always try to leak it
But it, that weed shit, you can keep it
we trying to sell all the real we can eat with

Three: Styles Paniro

Fuck the and the clothes, sex and the bitch
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 ain't a fool, you fucking with the Guineas and the
when the money's me hot, I move where it's cool
My pigment is just a
you never see my ghost, move the L-O-X triangle pyramid
is for them cats that's like "who's the L.O.X."
better float up to Yonkers nigga a block
Got Arabics, Ricans, Jews and
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, my sacks
Styles
BM Doub., see that thug, get that
We positive, but we ain't negative
the cops got guns and they don't us where we live
Take notes, I'm a roach, holding my toast
giving my quotes, to the living with dope
You think it real, until you're caged in and you can't get a feel
we keep the rage in we never 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
everything is