Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Alarm Blaze

Lil'

Raised on a strip called here hill
Where pop and cops get killed
This is the where paranoya
Destroyin' cash cases mo' try to flash they lawyers
losin' it
Four fives and knives we be wit
Caught up in the things that the game confused you wit
provin' it
Let it be if retaliation
- it's on
That rap bust a cap nigga flat nigga
up your back nigga Rosewood black nigga
First family gone
It's president's resident, and I'm the 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 - and Lil' Fame: 2X

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

Billy

Get ya man on the jack
your mac soldier
FIRST
We're back
And we swam through the Brownsville sewers
The last on the line of our kind CRIME
MOB STYLE
Spit fire from my hammer I wasn't God's child
me - but don't deny me
Or get slit you couldn't slip nothin' by me
Try me and I'll pop shots like I'm to
I'm from the field where the are unnoticable
I've a few niggas wantin' my head
my smarts and my secret all are firin' lead (Fire ya lead)
With all intentions of a body
I'm usually nervous so I'm when I enter the party
THE NECTAR
bullshit
Just when you thought it was safe I flipped and hit 'em wit more

2X:

Introducin' the best kept
It's no sweet shit I sleep wit green
Blaze enemies
I wit authority
(Black) Perhaps four to be
Cap quarterly blazed it's quiet and orderly
The gunsmoke make son
The smoke run through the barrel until the gun
Raised and deadly
wit a nickel-plated tool and jewels old-timer done fed me
Keep my steady
till they drop off
Make sure all other guns are popped off as
Blowin some shit
your projects
Makin' whatever was in my way easy to
I wrecks
Over gone Saratoga son be in a Columbian necktie
We respects by
niggas
Blast
Gas who won't blast
The die

2X

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

Yeah, uh-huh, what the
Two asked quick for bastards to to
Leave wounds too for rescue
When I rock jewels it to impress you
What the fuck commentin on my shit fo'
I'm real - how you think I got ho?
Pack steel - afraid to let a clip go
I got enough to get low
Come back when the shit blow get the dough over
Huh wit the Rover snatch the gat the clip holder
Rip ya shoulder bitch it's Jay-hovah
I'm too wit it, too tight 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 blow ya know?

2X