Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Alarm Blaze

Lil'

Raised on a strip called here brotha
Where pop and cops get killed
This is the place where
niggas cash cases mo' try to flash they lawyers
We're it
fives and knives we be movin' 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 bust a cap nigga flat
Open up your back nigga Rosewood black
First family gone
It's resident, and I'm the first dog
You know the M.O.P
In the history of crime and rap we some the
to the mommy
Any try me
Get hit wit the
cuminana

Chorus - and Lil' Fame: 2X

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

Billy

Get ya man on the jack
Grip mac soldier
FIRST
back 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 slit bitch you slip nothin' by me
Try me and pop shots like I'm supposed to
I'm the field where the covers are unnoticable
I've a few niggas wantin' my head
Used my 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 NECTAR
That
when you thought it was safe I flipped and hit 'em wit more shit

2X:

Introducin' the best kept
It's no shit I sleep wit green beret
Blaze frequent
I wit authority
(Black) Perhaps through to be
Cap quarterly blazed it's quiet and orderly
The make son soak
The smoke run through the until the gun choke
Raised and deadly
Survive wit a nickel-plated tool and 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
Makin' whatever was in my way to di-tect
I wrecks
Over money gone Saratoga son be in a Columbian
We respects by
niggas
Blast
Gas niggas who blast
The die

2X

Just you thought 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, the fuck
Two asked for bastards to step to
Leave wounds too for rescue
When I rock jewels it to impress you
What the fuck niggas commentin on my fo'
I'm - how you think I got rich ho?
steel - ain't afraid to let a clip 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 holder
Rip through ya bitch it's Jay-hovah
I'm too wit it, too tight wit it
You light witted but if 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