Luyện nghe bài hát 1, 2, 3, 4

Verse Sheek Luchion

You on the circle line, what's wrong? Ain't yacht out yet
ain't you that Willie, pushing, slash Melrose cat
Nigga please, in the Hills of Beverly, you it's heavenly
slingin' dick to Anderson bitches daily
L.O.X., we ball
Pay-Per-View y'all
Straight
in the Z3 while woozy
Now gentlemen, do we have to get into some shit
for me to get paid on my song, just get sprayed
Esta as a nail but on point though
I'll up the loca
for on my coca
L.O.X., in total and power
and everything you see us with in videos be
You can't afford it, so you playa hate I see your
my coat is $1500 keep your army in the
As long as L-O-X giving you what you need
we gonna take it nigga AS WE PROCEED

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

Verse Jadakiss

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, faced and I stay laced and
When you pay good, you play good, good
I'ma get this money while you thugs stay hood
Why wouldn't I be franks
15 in while you packing shanks
Iron swinger, triggers, Fed bidders
niggaz, the lil' kids still dig us
Next time be who you bring 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 bubble like goose
Or geese, fleece it ain't nothing
but now I can drop 25 on the
Butta Nats do it whoever, who you kidding?
back to back like green on the other side of
Shock for them cats who can't freak it
we keep 'em dusted, that's why 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

the cars and the clothes, sex and the bitch
homies that got life and that run thick
Like a pack of wolves with tools we all
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 it's
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 float up to Yonkers nigga a block
Got Arabics, Ricans, and Wops
drinking 'bout to drop, trying to lose the cops
shit, where you at say where you at
I got my felony, holding my gat
And I been robbing cats, slinging my
Styles
BM Doub., see thug, get that 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, holding my
giving my quotes, to the shorties with dope
You think it ain't real, until you're caged in and you can't get a
we the rage 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 type ill
is real