Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Alarm Blaze

Lil'

Raised on a strip called here brotha
Where guns pop and get killed
This is the place where
Destroyin' niggas cash cases mo' try to flash lawyers
losin' it
Four fives and knives we be wit
up in the things that the street game confused you wit
We're it
Let it be known if
Home-skillet - on
That rap nigga bust a cap flat nigga
up your back nigga Rosewood black nigga
First gone brawl
It's resident, and I'm the first dog
You the M.O.P status
In the history of crime and rap we some the
to the mommy
Any try me
Get hit wit the
Fuck

Chorus - Teflon and Lil' 2X

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

Billy

Get ya man on the jack
Grip your mac
FIRST
We're back
And we have swam the Brownsville sewers
The last on the of our kind CRIME DO'ERS
MOB STYLE
Spit from my hammer like I wasn't God's child
Crucify me - but don't me
Or get slit bitch you couldn't slip by me
Try me and pop shots like I'm supposed to
I'm the field where the covers are unnoticable
I've noticed a few wantin' my head
Used my smarts and my all are firin' lead (Fire ya lead)
With all of droppin' a body
I'm usually so I'm flinchin' when I enter the party
THE BROWNSVILLE
That
Just you thought it was safe I flipped and hit 'em wit more shit

2X:

Introducin' the best secret
It's no sweet shit I wit green beret
Blaze frequent
I speak wit
(Black) Perhaps through 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
Survive wit a nickel-plated tool and old-timer done fed me
Keep my grip
Squeeze till they off
sure all other guns are popped off as heavy
Blowin some shit
Through projects
Makin' was in my way easy to di-tect
I wrecks
Over money gone Saratoga son be in a necktie
We don't by
Half-ass
niggas
Gas niggas who blast
The die

2X

Just when you 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 quick for bastards to step to
wounds too drastic for rescue
When I rock jewels it ain't to you
What the fuck commentin on my shit fo'
I'm real - how you I got rich ho?
Pack - ain't afraid to let a clip go
I got paper to get low
Come back when the shit blow over get the over
Huh wit the Rover snatch the gat from the holder
Rip ya shoulder bitch it's Jay-hovah
I'm too wit it, too tight wit it
You light witted but if you're feel ya nice spit it
Who am I?
JAY-Z
Do or die
IN MOTHAFUCKA
Blocka, rocka, M.O.P
Front on us and blow ya know?

2X