Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Alarm Blaze

Lil'

Raised on a strip called here hill
Where pop and cops get killed
is the place where paranoya
Destroyin' niggas cases mo' try to flash they lawyers
losin' it
Four fives and knives we be wit
Caught up in the things the street game confused you wit
provin' it
Let it be known if
Home-skillet - on
That rap nigga a cap nigga flat nigga
Open up your back nigga black nigga
family gone brawl
It's president's resident, and I'm the dog
You the M.O.P status
In the history of and rap we some the baddest
to the mommy
Any try me
Get hit wit the
Fuck

Chorus - and Lil' Fame: 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 your mac
FAMILY
We're soldier
And we have through the Brownsville sewers
The last on the line of our CRIME DO'ERS
MOB STYLE
Spit from my hammer like I wasn't God's child
Crucify me - but don't me
Or get bitch you couldn't slip nothin' by me
Try me and I'll pop shots like I'm to
I'm from the field the covers are unnoticable
I've noticed a few niggas my head
Used my smarts and my secret all are lead (Fire ya lead)
With all intentions of a body
I'm usually nervous so I'm flinchin' when I the party
THE BROWNSVILLE
That
Just when you thought it was safe I flipped and hit 'em wit shit

2X:

Introducin' the kept secret
no sweet shit I sleep wit green beret
Blaze frequent
I speak wit
(Black) Perhaps through to be
Cap blazed till it's 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 done fed me
my grip steady
Squeeze till they off
Make sure all guns are popped off as heavy
Blowin high-tech shit
your projects
Makin' whatever was in my way to di-tect
I wrecks
Over gone Saratoga son be in a Columbian necktie
We respects by
niggas
Blast
Gas niggas who blast
The die

2X

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

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

2X