Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Alarm Blaze

Lil'

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

Chorus - Teflon and Lil' 2X

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

Billy

Get ya man on the soldier
Grip mac soldier
FIRST
We're soldier
And we have swam the Brownsville sewers
The last on the of our kind CRIME DO'ERS
MOB STYLE
Spit fire my hammer like I wasn't God's child
Crucify me - but deny me
Or get slit 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 wantin' my head
Used my and my secret all are firin' lead (Fire ya lead)
With all intentions of droppin' a
I'm usually nervous so I'm when I enter the party
THE NECTAR
That
Just when you thought it was safe I flipped and hit 'em wit shit

2X:

Introducin' the best kept
It's no sweet I sleep wit green beret
Blaze frequent
I wit authority
(Black) Perhaps four to be
Cap quarterly till it's quiet and orderly
The gunsmoke make son
The smoke run the barrel until the gun choke
Raised cold-hearted and
Survive wit a nickel-plated and jewels old-timer done fed me
Keep my grip
till they drop off
Make sure all other guns are off as heavy
some high-tech shit
Through your
Makin' whatever was in my way easy to
I wrecks
Over money gone Saratoga son be in a necktie
We respects by
Half-ass
niggas
Gas niggas who blast
The die

2X

Just you thought 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, what the
Two asked for bastards to step to
Leave wounds too drastic for
When I rock jewels it ain't to you
What the fuck niggas on my shit fo'
I'm - how you think I got rich ho?
Pack steel - afraid to let a clip go
I got enough to get low
back when the shit blow over get the dough over
Huh wit the snatch the gat from the clip holder
Rip through ya shoulder bitch it's
I'm too wit it, too tight wit it
You light witted but if you're feel ya nice nigga it
Who am I?
JAY-Z
Do or die
IN BROWNSVILLE
Blocka, rocka, M.O.P
Front on us and blow ya know?

2X