Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Alarm Blaze

Lil'

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

Chorus - Teflon and Fame: 2X

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

Billy

Get ya man on the soldier
your mac soldier
FIRST
We're back
And we have swam the Brownsville sewers
The last on the line of our kind DO'ERS
Burkowitz MOB
Spit fire from my 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 I'm supposed to
I'm from the field the covers are unnoticable
I've noticed a few niggas wantin' my
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 flinchin' when I the party
THE BROWNSVILLE
bullshit
Just when you thought it was safe I flipped and hit 'em wit more

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Introducin' the best kept
It's no shit I sleep wit green beret
enemies frequent
I speak wit
(Black) through four to be
Cap quarterly blazed till it's and orderly
The gunsmoke make son
The smoke run through the until the gun choke
cold-hearted and deadly
Survive wit a nickel-plated and jewels old-timer done fed me
my grip steady
Squeeze till they off
Make sure all other are popped off as heavy
Blowin some high-tech
Through your
whatever was in my way easy to di-tect
I guys
Over money gone Saratoga son be in a necktie
We don't by
Half-ass
niggas
Gas who won't blast
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, the fuck
Two quick for bastards to step to
Leave too drastic for rescue
When I rock it ain't to impress you
What the fuck niggas on my shit fo'
I'm - how you think I got rich ho?
Pack - ain't afraid to let a clip go
I got paper to get low
back when the shit blow over 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 witted but if you're feel ya nice nigga spit it
Who am I?
JAY-Z
Do or die
IN BROWNSVILLE
Blocka, rocka, M.O.P
Front on us and blow ya know?

2X