Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Alarm Blaze

Lil'

Raised on a strip called here hill
guns pop and cops get killed
This is the place where
Destroyin' niggas cases mo' try to flash they lawyers
losin' it
Four and knives we be movin' wit
Caught up in the things that the street confused you wit
provin' it
Let it be if retaliation
- it's on
That rap bust a cap nigga flat nigga
Open up your back Rosewood black nigga
First gone brawl
president's resident, and I'm the first dog
You the M.O.P status
In the of crime and rap we some the baddest
to the mommy
Any try me
Get hit wit the
Fuck

- Teflon and Lil' Fame: 2X

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

Billy

Get ya man on the soldier
your mac soldier
FIRST
We're soldier
And we have swam through the Brownsville
The last on the of our kind CRIME DO'ERS
Burkowitz MOB
Spit fire from my hammer like I 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 from the field where the are unnoticable
I've a few niggas wantin' my head
Used my smarts and my secret all are firin' (Fire ya lead)
With all intentions of a body
I'm usually so I'm flinchin' when I enter the party
THE BROWNSVILLE
That
Just when you thought it was safe I and hit 'em wit more shit

2X:

Introducin' the kept secret
It's no sweet shit I sleep wit beret
Blaze enemies
I wit authority
(Black) through four to be
Cap quarterly blazed till it's quiet and
The gunsmoke son soak
The smoke run through the barrel the gun choke
cold-hearted and deadly
Survive wit a nickel-plated tool and jewels done fed me
my grip steady
Squeeze till drop off
Make sure all other are popped off as heavy
Blowin high-tech shit
your projects
Makin' whatever was in my way easy to
I wrecks
Over money gone Saratoga son be in a Columbian
We respects by
niggas
Blast
Gas who won't blast
The die

2X

Just when you thought it was
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
Leave wounds too drastic for
When I rock jewels it to impress you
the fuck niggas commentin on my shit fo'
I'm real - how you 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 over get the over
Huh wit the Rover snatch the gat from the clip
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?
MOTHAFUCKA
Do or die
IN BROWNSVILLE
Blocka, rocka, M.O.P
Front on us and blow ya know?

2X