Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Seasons

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

I'm the sultan of the
The aficionado
I empty niggas out cristal bottles, uh
I battle, I'm breaking bentleys down to gravel
I got the heat here, we ain't got to travel
I'm bigger than producers, I out you losers
I knew my longevity ya
Big paper game, come on run these flames
the power of the royal king james
Phantom menace, that's why niggas make faces they drinking guinness
When they I'm not finished
I've been paid, I've been platinum, spittin', uh
Been eatin', been ballin' and you I'm shittin'
Platinum links, blonde haired honeys sippin' rainbow colored drinks
Black with white minks, ready to jack the brink
Bend your wifee over help her stretch out the kinks
That's why ya niggas freeze I step up in the building
The godfather's here blessings to his children
shine, the world all mine
Can't believe these cats is poppin' shit papers in their rhymes
Or they collect, black gotti shot a tech
Them gangsta visions have you ass up in an ambulance
Cats live, look up in my eyes
We can do this one more time, I'll let you
The alize swigger, I clock figgas
giuliani's rough I got some real shit for niggas
Never defeated, niggas retreated
Made the choice to be seated my mission's completed
Get loose, get loose, method man get
What the world gonna do my dogs get loose?
(blaze one) one (blaze one) blaze one
Blaze, blaze, one

Now four corners, four
Four mc's with four reasons to this game to its knees
And why you down there, suck my
My whole is fuck 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 wanna see me do that, now do you?
Go straight cuckoo and rap, do you?
I do my best work stressed out and pressure
Deep inside the mind is where you'll find my treasure
I'm still wild, tical
gritty style, foul, crimi-niminal, individual
Sing a of sixpence
Pocket of chits
Too many be on john gotti's dick
Now is something that we don't rehearse
Put that rap second, and hip-hop first

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