Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Seasons

Bitch!
city, yo
Yo, yo funk doc straight lunatic young
I ate paint chips the moon
pair mics, my maintenance
I battle you and me and meth exchange shifts
For money, to your house arrest
I take it all, if not, here's a
Bricks, be shooting fair ones with bonds men
I'm constant, on that chase
Blow zip codes from to 8-1-8
Doc til you lickin' the plate
Battle royal, in the smoking like doc out of oil
thrown to the roof of you apartment
Hit 95 I hide with the waltons
south, the forty-four feela
I'm a dolo nigga, you a polo
I'm an uptown shopper, you a soho
highway running, homo nigga

I'm the of the ghetto
The homicidal
I niggas out like cristal bottles, uh
When I battle, I'm breaking bentleys down to
I got the heat right here, we got to travel
I'm bigger producers, I figured out you losers
I my longevity confuse ya
Big paper game, come on run these flames
Recognize the power of the royal james
Phantom menace, that's why niggas make like they drinking guinness
When they realize I'm not
I've been paid, I've been platinum, spittin', uh
Been eatin', ballin' and you know I'm shittin'
Platinum links, blonde haired honeys sippin' rainbow colored drinks
Black thugs with minks, ready to jack the brink
your little wifee over help her stretch out the kinks
That's why ya niggas when I step up in the building
The godfather's here blessings to his children
Carats shine, the all mine
believe these cats is poppin' shit about papers in their rhymes
Or bodies they collect, black gotti a tech
Them gangsta will have you ass up in an ambulance
Cats live, look up in my eyes
We can do this one more time, let you decide
The swigger, I clock twelve figgas
Think giuliani's rough I got real shit for niggas
Never defeated, niggas retreated
Made the to be seated until 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 four corners, seasons
Four mc's with four to bring this game to its knees
And why you down there, suck my
My whole motto is it
Hit the smoke shop and my budget
Mc's abusing my bitch, my shit
I'm off the roof with one hand, losing my grip
Now y'all don't wanna see me do that, now do
Go cuckoo and terrorize rap, do you?
I do my best stressed out and under pressure
Deep inside the mind is you'll find my buried treasure
I'm still wild, still
Still gritty style, foul, crimi-niminal,
Sing a song of
Pocket of chits
Too many be on john gotti's dick
Now this is something that we rehearse
Put that rap second, and hip-hop first

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