Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Alarm Blaze

Lil'

Raised on a strip called here hill
Where guns pop and cops get
This is the place where
Destroyin' niggas cases mo' try to flash they lawyers
We're it
Four fives and we be movin' wit
up in the things that the street game confused you wit
We're it
Let it be if retaliation
Home-skillet - on
That rap nigga bust a cap flat nigga
up your back nigga Rosewood black nigga
First family brawl
president's resident, and I'm the first dog
You know the M.O.P
In the of crime and rap we some the baddest
Word to the
Any try me
Get hit wit the
cuminana

Chorus - Teflon and Lil' 2X

It's a 4 alarm
Everybody up next to the stage
on
You're all welcome to hell's
family style
Buck ass
ya say

Billy

Get ya man on the soldier
Grip mac soldier
FIRST
We're back
And we have swam through the Brownsville
The last on the of our kind CRIME DO'ERS
Burkowitz MOB
Spit fire from my hammer I wasn't God's child
Crucify me - but don't me
Or get slit bitch you couldn't nothin' by me
Try me and I'll pop shots I'm supposed to
I'm the field where the covers are unnoticable
I've noticed a few niggas wantin' my
Used my and my secret all are firin' lead (Fire ya lead)
With all intentions of a body
I'm usually nervous so I'm flinchin' when I the party
THE NECTAR
That
when you thought it was safe I flipped and hit 'em wit more shit

2X:

Introducin' the best kept
It's no shit I sleep wit green beret
Blaze enemies
I wit authority
(Black) through four to be
Cap quarterly blazed till quiet and orderly
The make son soak
The smoke run through the barrel until the gun
cold-hearted and deadly
Survive wit a nickel-plated tool and jewels old-timer fed me
my grip steady
Squeeze till they off
Make sure all other guns are popped off as
Blowin some high-tech
Through projects
Makin' was in my way easy to di-tect
I guys
Over money gone son be in a Columbian necktie
We respects by
niggas
Blast
Gas niggas who won't
The die

2X

Just when you thought it was
The mad posse hit you off wit another taste
Uh (Uh) Uh (Uh) Uh (Uh ) Uh (Uh)
Yeah (Yeah) (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah)

Yeah, uh-huh, what the
Two asked quick for to step to
Leave wounds too drastic for
When I rock it ain't to impress you
What the fuck niggas on my shit fo'
I'm real - how you I got rich ho?
Pack steel - ain't to let a clip go
I got paper to get low
Come back when the blow over get the dough over
Huh wit the Rover snatch the gat from the holder
Rip through ya bitch it's Jay-hovah
I'm too right wit it, too wit it
You light witted but if feel ya nice nigga spit it
Who am I?
MOTHAFUCKA
Do or die
IN MOTHAFUCKA
Blocka, rocka, M.O.P
Front on us and gats blow ya

2X