Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Alarm Blaze

Lil'

Raised on a strip called here hill
Where guns pop and get killed
This is the where paranoya
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 Rosewood 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 crime and rap we the baddest
to the mommy
Any try me
Get hit wit the
Fuck

- Teflon and Lil' Fame: 2X

It's a 4 alarm
Everybody post up next to the
on
You're all welcome to hell's
First style
ass wild
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 line of our CRIME DO'ERS
MOB STYLE
Spit fire from my hammer like I wasn't child
Crucify me - but deny me
Or get slit you couldn't slip nothin' by me
Try me and I'll pop like I'm supposed to
I'm from the field where the are unnoticable
noticed a few niggas wantin' my head
Used my smarts and my all are firin' lead (Fire ya lead)
With all intentions of droppin' a
I'm usually nervous so I'm flinchin' I enter the party
THE NECTAR
bullshit
Just you thought it was safe I flipped and hit 'em wit more shit

2X:

Introducin' the kept secret
It's no sweet shit I sleep wit beret
enemies frequent
I speak wit
(Black) through four to be
Cap quarterly blazed till quiet and orderly
The gunsmoke make son
The run through the barrel until the gun choke
cold-hearted and deadly
Survive wit a nickel-plated tool and old-timer done fed me
my grip steady
Squeeze till drop off
Make sure all other are popped off as heavy
Blowin some high-tech
Through projects
whatever was in my way easy to di-tect
I guys
Over money gone Saratoga son be in a necktie
We respects by
Half-ass
Blast
Gas niggas who blast
The die

2X

Just when you it was safe
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
wounds too drastic for rescue
When I rock jewels it to impress you
What the fuck niggas on my shit fo'
I'm real - how you think I got ho?
steel - ain't afraid to let a clip go
I got enough to get low
Come back when the shit blow get the dough over
Huh wit the Rover snatch the gat the clip holder
Rip through ya shoulder it's Jay-hovah
I'm too right wit it, too wit it
You light witted but if you're feel ya nice nigga it
Who am I?
JAY-Z
Do or die
IN MOTHAFUCKA
Blocka, rocka, M.O.P
Front on us and blow ya know?

2X