Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Seasons

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

I'm the of the ghetto
The aficionado
I empty niggas out 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 than producers, I out you losers
I knew my longevity ya
Big paper game, on run into these flames
Recognize the power of the king james
menace, that's why niggas make faces like they drinking guinness
When they I'm not finished
I've been paid, been platinum, been spittin', uh
Been eatin', been ballin' and you know I'm
links, chinky-eyed blonde haired honeys sippin' rainbow colored drinks
Black with white minks, ready to jack the brink
Bend your little wifee over help her out the kinks
why ya niggas freeze when I step up in the building
The godfather's here giving to his children
shine, the world all mine
Can't these cats is poppin' shit about papers in their rhymes
Or bodies they collect, black gotti a tech
gangsta visions will have you ass up in an ambulance
Cats ain't live, up in my eyes
We can do this one more time, let you decide
The alize swigger, I clock figgas
Think rough I got some real shit for niggas
Never defeated, niggas retreated
Made the choice to be until my mission's completed
Get loose, get loose, method man get
What the gonna do when my dogs get loose?
(blaze one) one (blaze one) blaze one
Blaze, blaze, one

Now four corners, four
mc's with four reasons to bring this game to its knees
And why you there, suck my dick
My whole motto is it
Hit the smoke shop and my budget
Mc's abusing my bitch, my shit
I'm hanging off the roof with one hand, losing my
Now y'all don't see me do that, now do you?
Go straight cuckoo and rap, do you?
I do my best work out and under pressure
Deep inside the mind is where you'll find my buried
I'm wild, still tical
Still style, foul, crimi-niminal, individual
a song of sixpence
Pocket of chits
Too rappers be on john gotti's dick
Now this is that we don't rehearse
Put that rap shit second, and first

Easy, ain't nann niggas like me
Nor motherfuckin' inc
will pass me, look me in the face, ask me
Are y'all really holdin' weight or did gas me?
Ja be the myth, reggie hand me the fifth let me
Your lil' man made me 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 gonna get yours to the
Lesson tonight by the
Niggas want more a little bit, hot shit
L.l. an red
Ja rule with hot nix I'm the at that shit
So bitches this
We ride dick so well, game from hell
I love them yell, my name
Rule baby, and shit gon' change, uh, uh