Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Seasons

Bitch!
city, yo
Yo, yo funk doc lunatic since young
I ate paint the rare moon
That pair mics, my
I battle you and then me and exchange shifts
For money, to house arrest anklet
I take it all, if not, here's a
Bricks, be shooting fair with bail bonds men
I'm constant, on that paper
zip codes from bricks to 8-1-8
Doc til you lickin' the plate
royal, in the ring smoking like doc out of oil
Fire thrown to the of you apartment
Hit 95 then I with the waltons
Down south, the feela
I'm a dolo nigga, you a nigga
I'm an shopper, you a soho nigga
Westside running, homo nigga

I'm the of the ghetto
The homicidal
I empty out like cristal bottles, uh
When I battle, I'm breaking bentleys down to
I got the heat here, we ain't got to travel
I'm bigger producers, I figured out you losers
I knew my confuse ya
Big paper game, come on run into flames
Recognize the power of the king james
Phantom menace, that's why niggas make faces like they drinking
When realize I'm not finished
I've been paid, I've platinum, been spittin', uh
Been eatin', been ballin' and you know I'm
Platinum links, chinky-eyed blonde haired honeys sippin' rainbow colored
Black with white minks, ready to jack the brink
Bend your little wifee help her stretch out the kinks
That's why ya niggas when I step up in the building
The godfather's giving blessings to his children
shine, the world all mine
Can't believe these cats is poppin' shit about in their rhymes
Or bodies they collect, gotti shot a tech
Them gangsta will have you ass up in an ambulance
Cats ain't live, up in my eyes
We can do one more time, I'll let you decide
The alize swigger, I twelve figgas
Think rough I got some real shit for niggas
been defeated, niggas retreated
Made the choice to be seated my mission's completed
Get loose, get loose, method man get
What the world do when my dogs get loose?
(blaze one) blaze one (blaze one) one
Blaze, blaze, one

Now corners, four seasons
Four with four reasons to bring this game to its knees
And why you down there, suck my
My whole is fuck it
Hit the smoke and blow my budget
Mc's abusing my bitch, my shit
I'm hanging off the with one hand, losing my grip
Now y'all don't see me do that, now do you?
Go straight and terrorize rap, do you?
I do my best stressed out and under pressure
Deep inside the is where you'll find my buried treasure
I'm wild, still tical
Still gritty style, foul, crimi-niminal,
a song of sixpence
Pocket full of
Too many rappers be on john dick
Now is something that we don't rehearse
Put that rap second, and hip-hop first

Easy, ain't nann spitting like me
Nor motherfuckin' inc
Niggas will pass me, me in the face, ask me
Are y'all really holdin' weight or did gas me?
Ja be the myth, reggie hand me the let me explain
Your lil' man me give him a lift
So you ridin' gangstas
I'm up to a lot of other shit
Murderers is the clique, niggas deal with
Try it (hataz) you gonna get yours to the
Lesson by the four-four
want more than a little bit, hot shit
L.l. an red
Ja rule hot nix I'm the best at that shit
So explain this
We ride dick so well, head game hell
I love them yell, my name
Rule baby, and shit gon' change, uh, uh