Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Seasons

Bitch!
city, yo
Yo, yo doc straight lunatic since young
I ate paint chips the rare
That pair mics, my
I battle you and me and meth exchange shifts
For money, to your arrest anklet
I take it all, if not, a thousand
Bricks, be fair ones with bail bonds men
I'm constant, on paper chase
Blow zip codes from bricks to
Doc serve til you lickin' the
Battle royal, in the ring like doc out of oil
Fire thrown to the of you apartment
Hit 95 then I hide the waltons
Down south, the feela
I'm a dolo nigga, you a polo
I'm an shopper, you a soho nigga
Westside running, homo nigga

I'm the sultan of the
The aficionado
I niggas out like cristal bottles, uh
When I battle, I'm breaking bentleys to gravel
I got the heat right here, we ain't got to
I'm bigger producers, I figured out you losers
I knew my confuse ya
Big paper game, come on run into these
Recognize the of the royal king james
Phantom menace, that's why niggas make faces like they 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, chinky-eyed blonde haired honeys sippin' rainbow drinks
Black thugs with white minks, ready to jack the
Bend your little wifee help her stretch out the kinks
That's why ya niggas freeze when I step up in the
The godfather's here blessings to his children
shine, the world all mine
Can't these cats is poppin' shit about papers in their rhymes
Or bodies collect, black gotti shot a tech
gangsta visions will have you ass up in an ambulance
Cats ain't live, look up in my
We can do one more time, I'll let you decide
The alize swigger, I clock figgas
giuliani's rough I got some real shit for niggas
Never defeated, niggas retreated
the choice to be seated 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
Four mc's four reasons to bring this game to its knees
And why you down there, suck my
My whole is fuck it
Hit the shop and blow my budget
Mc's abusing my bitch, my shit
I'm hanging off the roof one hand, losing my grip
Now y'all don't see me do that, now do you?
Go cuckoo and terrorize rap, do you?
I do my best work stressed out and under
Deep inside the mind is where you'll find my buried
I'm wild, still tical
Still gritty style, foul, crimi-niminal,
Sing a of sixpence
full of chits
Too many rappers be on gotti's dick
Now this is that we don't rehearse
Put that rap shit second, and hip-hop

Easy, ain't nann niggas spitting me
Nor murderers 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, hand me the fifth let me explain
Your lil' man made me him a lift
So you ridin' gangstas
I'm up to a lot of other shit
Murderers is the clique, can't deal with
Try it (hataz) you gonna get to the heart
Lesson tonight by the
Niggas want more than a bit, hot shit
L.l. an red
Ja rule with hot nix I'm the at that shit
So bitches this
We ride so well, head game from hell
I love making them yell, my
Rule baby, and shit gon' change, uh, uh