Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Alarm Blaze

Lil'

Raised on a strip called here hill
guns pop and cops get killed
This is the place where
Destroyin' niggas cash cases mo' try to 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 if retaliation
- it's on
That rap nigga bust a cap nigga nigga
Open up back nigga Rosewood black nigga
family gone brawl
It's resident, and I'm the first dog
You the M.O.P status
In the of crime and rap we some the baddest
to the mommy
Any try me
Get hit wit the
Fuck

Chorus - and Lil' Fame: 2X

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

Billy

Get ya man on the soldier
Grip your mac
FIRST
We're soldier
And we have swam through the Brownsville
The on the line of our kind CRIME DO'ERS
MOB STYLE
Spit fire my hammer like I wasn't God's child
me - but don't deny me
Or get slit bitch you couldn't slip by me
Try me and I'll pop shots like I'm to
I'm from the field the covers are unnoticable
I've noticed a few niggas wantin' my
Used my smarts and my secret all are lead (Fire ya lead)
With all intentions of droppin' a
I'm nervous so I'm flinchin' when I enter the party
THE BROWNSVILLE
That
Just when you thought it was safe I flipped and hit 'em wit shit

2X:

Introducin' the best secret
It's no sweet shit I sleep wit beret
Blaze frequent
I speak wit
(Black) through four to be
Cap quarterly blazed till it's quiet and
The gunsmoke son soak
The smoke run through the barrel the gun choke
cold-hearted and deadly
Survive wit a nickel-plated tool and jewels done fed me
Keep my steady
Squeeze till drop off
Make sure all other are popped off as heavy
Blowin high-tech shit
Through your
Makin' was in my way easy to di-tect
I wrecks
Over money gone Saratoga son be in a necktie
We respects by
niggas
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, the fuck
Two quick for bastards to step to
Leave too drastic for rescue
When I jewels it ain't to impress you
What the fuck commentin on my shit fo'
I'm real - how you I got rich ho?
Pack steel - ain't to let a clip go
I got enough to get low
Come back when the shit blow get the dough over
Huh wit the snatch the gat from 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 ya nice nigga spit it
Who am I?
JAY-Z
Do or die
IN MOTHAFUCKA
Blocka, rocka, M.O.P
Front on us and blow ya know?

2X