Luyện nghe bài hát 1, 2, 3, 4

Verse One: Luchion

You on the circle line, what's wrong? Ain't your out yet
ain't you that Willie, Benz pushing, slash cat
Nigga please, in the of Beverly, you find it's heavenly
slingin' dick to Pamela bitches daily
L.O.X., when we
it's Pay-Per-View
movie
flee in the Z3 while
Now gentlemen, do we have to get into gangsta shit
for me to get paid on my song, y'all get sprayed
Esta mointo; as a but on point though
blast up the loca
for on my coca
L.O.X., in control and power
and everything you see us with in videos be
You can't afford it, so you playa hate I see logic
my coat is $1500 keep your in the closet
As long as L-O-X keeps giving you you need
we gonna take it nigga AS WE PROCEED

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

Verse Two:

Yo, you already know I'm here for
therefore, L-O-X be the that I care for
Holding down this foundation, Mr.
head, baby faced and I stay laced and
When you pay good, you play good, stay
I'ma get this while you fake thugs stay hood
Why wouldn't I be franks
15 in while you packing shanks
Iron swinger, hair triggers, Fed
real niggaz, the lil' still dig us
Next time be careful who you drama to
phone in the Suburban with 6 monitors
Pad lock filled to the top
we ain't gonna stop, we just squeeze 'til you drop
Paniro, Luch, in the coupe
with no trouble all my niggaz bubble goose
Or geese, fleece it ain't nothing
but now I can drop 25 on the
Butta Nats do it with whoever, who you
to back like green on the other side of Clinton
Shock for them cats who can't freak it
we keep 'em dusted, why they always try to leak it
But it, that weed shit, you can keep it
we trying to sell all the units we can eat with

Verse Three: Styles

the cars and the clothes, sex and the bitch
homies got life and niggaz that run thick
Like a pack of wolves with tools we all
chance I can I ain't jumping in the pool
I ain't a fool, you fucking with the and the Mouls
when the money's making me hot, I move it's cool
My pigment is just a
you never see my ghost, move through the L-O-X triangle
This is for them cats like "who's the L.O.X."
float up to Yonkers nigga choose a block
Got Arabics, Ricans, Jews and
drinking booze 'bout to drop, trying to the cops
Same shit, you at say where you at
I got my first felony, my gat
And I robbing cats, slinging my sacks
Styles
BM Doub., see that thug, get dough
We ain't positive, but we negative
the cops got guns and they like us where we live
notes, I'm smoking a roach, holding my toast
giving my quotes, to the shorties living dope
You think it real, until you're caged in and you can't get a feel
we keep the in 'cause we never made a mil.
So we blazin' all the on the hill
niggaz girls but they keep 'em on the pill
But dog wear your hat 'cause the honey's ill
is real