Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Alarm Blaze

Lil'

Raised on a strip here brotha hill
Where pop and cops get killed
This is the place where
Destroyin' niggas cash cases mo' try to flash lawyers
We're it
Four fives and knives we be wit
Caught up in the things that the street confused you wit
provin' it
Let it be if retaliation
Home-skillet - on
That rap nigga bust a cap nigga flat
up your back nigga Rosewood black nigga
First family brawl
It's president's resident, and I'm the dog
You the M.O.P status
In the history of and rap we some the baddest
Word to the
Any try me
Get hit wit the
Fuck

Chorus - Teflon and Fame: 2X

It's a 4 blaze
Everybody post up to the stage
on
You're all welcome to hell's
First family
Buck ass
ya say

Billy

Get ya man on the jack
Grip your mac
FAMILY
We're back
And we have through the Brownsville sewers
The last on the line of our kind CRIME
Burkowitz MOB
Spit fire from my hammer like I God's child
me - but don't deny me
Or get slit you couldn't slip nothin' by me
Try me and I'll pop shots like I'm to
I'm from the where the covers are unnoticable
noticed 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 nervous so I'm when I enter the party
THE BROWNSVILLE
That
Just when you thought it was I flipped and hit 'em wit more shit

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Introducin' the kept secret
It's no sweet I sleep wit green beret
Blaze frequent
I speak wit
(Black) Perhaps four to be
Cap quarterly till it's quiet and orderly
The gunsmoke son soak
The run through the barrel until the gun choke
Raised cold-hearted and
Survive wit a tool and jewels old-timer done fed me
Keep my steady
Squeeze till they off
Make sure all guns are popped off as heavy
Blowin high-tech shit
Through projects
Makin' whatever was in my way easy to
I wrecks
Over money gone Saratoga son be in a necktie
We don't by
Half-ass
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 asked for bastards to step to
Leave wounds too drastic for
When I jewels it ain't to impress you
What the fuck commentin 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
Come back when the shit blow over get the dough
Huh wit the Rover snatch the gat the clip holder
Rip through ya shoulder bitch Jay-hovah
I'm too right wit it, too wit it
You light but if you're feel ya nice nigga spit it
Who am I?
JAY-Z
Do or die
IN MOTHAFUCKA
Blocka, rocka, M.O.P
Front on us and gats blow ya

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