Luyện nghe bài hát 1, 2, 3, 4

Verse Sheek 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 heavenly
slingin' dick to Anderson bitches daily
L.O.X., we ball
it's y'all
movie
flee in the Z3 woozy
Now gentlemen, do we have to get into some shit
for me to get paid on my song, just get sprayed
Esta mointo; as a but on point though
I'll up the loca
for skimming on my
L.O.X., in total and power
and everything you see us in videos be ours
You can't afford it, so you hate I see your logic
my coat is keep your army in the closet
As long as L-O-X keeps giving you you need
we gonna it there nigga AS WE PROCEED

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

Verse Two:

Yo, you already know what I'm for
therefore, L-O-X be the that I care for
Holding down foundation, Mr. Jason
bald head, faced and I stay laced and
When you pay good, you play good, good
I'ma get this while you fake thugs stay hood
Why I be stacking franks
15 in clip while you packing
Iron swinger, hair triggers, Fed
real niggaz, the lil' kids dig us
Next time be who you bring drama to
speaker in the Suburban with 6 monitors
Pad lock everything to the top
we gonna stop, we just gonna squeeze 'til you drop
Paniro, Luch, in the coupe
with no all my niggaz bubble like goose
Or geese, Nautica fleece it nothing
but now I can 25 on the piece
Nats do it with whoever, who you kidding?
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, that shit, you can keep it
we trying to sell all the real units we can eat

Verse Styles Paniro

the cars and the clothes, sex and the bitch
homies that got life and niggaz 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 with the Guineas and the Mouls
when the making me hot, I move where 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 that's "who's the L.O.X."
better float up to nigga choose a block
Got Arabics, Ricans, Jews and
drinking booze 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 that thug, get dough
We ain't positive, but we ain't
the cops got and they don't like us where we live
notes, I'm smoking a roach, holding my toast
giving my quotes, to the living with dope
You think it ain't real, until caged in and you can't get a feel
we keep the in 'cause we never made a mil.
So we blazin' all the faggots on the
fuckin' niggaz girls but they 'em on the pill
But dog wear your hat 'cause the type ill
everything is