Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Alarm Blaze

Lil'

Raised on a strip here brotha hill
Where guns pop and get killed
This is the where paranoya
Destroyin' niggas cash cases mo' try to flash they
We're it
fives and knives we be movin' wit
Caught up in the things that the game confused you wit
provin' it
Let it be known if
Home-skillet - on
That rap bust a cap nigga flat nigga
Open up back nigga Rosewood black nigga
First gone brawl
It's president's resident, and I'm the dog
You know the M.O.P
In the of crime and rap we some the baddest
Word to the
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
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 line of our kind CRIME
Burkowitz MOB
Spit from my hammer like I wasn't God's child
me - but don't deny me
Or get slit bitch you slip nothin' by me
Try me and I'll pop like I'm supposed to
I'm from the field where the covers are
I've noticed a few niggas my head
Used my smarts and my all are firin' lead (Fire ya lead)
all intentions of droppin' a body
I'm usually nervous so I'm when I enter the party
THE BROWNSVILLE
That
Just when you it was safe I flipped and hit 'em wit more shit

2X:

Introducin' the kept secret
no sweet shit I sleep wit green beret
Blaze enemies
I speak wit
(Black) Perhaps through to be
Cap quarterly till it's quiet and orderly
The make son soak
The smoke run through the barrel the gun choke
Raised cold-hearted and
Survive wit a nickel-plated and jewels old-timer done fed me
my grip steady
Squeeze till drop off
Make sure all guns are popped off as heavy
some high-tech shit
Through your
Makin' was in my way easy to di-tect
I wrecks
Over money gone Saratoga son be in a Columbian
We respects by
niggas
niggas
Gas who won't 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
Leave wounds too drastic for
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 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 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 gats ya know?

2X