Luyện nghe bài hát 1, 2, 3, 4

Verse One: Sheek

You on the line, what's wrong? Ain't your yacht out yet
ain't you that Willie, Benz pushing, Melrose cat
Nigga please, in the Hills of Beverly, you find heavenly
slingin' dick to Pamela bitches daily
L.O.X., when we
it's y'all
movie
flee in the Z3 while
Now gentlemen, do we have to get some gangsta shit
for me to get paid on my song, y'all just get
Esta as a nail but on point though
blast up the loca
for skimming on my
L.O.X., in control and power
and everything you see us with in videos be
You can't 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 take it there nigga AS WE PROCEED

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

Verse Two:

Yo, you know what I'm here for
therefore, L-O-X be the niggaz I care for
down this foundation, Mr. Jason
bald head, faced and I stay laced and
you pay good, you play good, stay good
I'ma get this money while you fake stay hood
Why wouldn't I be stacking
15 in while you packing shanks
swinger, hair triggers, Fed bidders
real niggaz, the lil' still dig us
Next time be careful who you bring to
speaker phone in the Suburban 6 monitors
Pad everything filled to the top
we gonna stop, we just gonna squeeze 'til you drop
Paniro, Luch, bounce in the
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 with whoever, who you
back to back like green on the other side of
Shock treatments for them cats who can't it
we keep 'em dusted, that's why they always try to it
But peep it, weed shit, you can keep it
we trying to all the real units we can eat with

Verse Styles Paniro

the cars and the clothes, sex and the bitch
homies that got life and niggaz that run
a pack of wolves with tools we all improve
chance I can drown I jumping in the pool
I a fool, you fucking with the Guineas 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
is for them cats that's like "who's the L.O.X."
better up to Yonkers nigga choose a block
Got Arabics, Ricans, and Wops
drinking booze 'bout to drop, trying to the cops
shit, where you at say where 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 thug, get that dough
We ain't positive, but we ain't
the cops got guns and they like us where we live
Take notes, I'm smoking a roach, my toast
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 keep the rage in 'cause we never 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
everything is