Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Seasons

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

I'm the sultan of the
The aficionado
I empty out like cristal bottles, uh
When I battle, I'm breaking bentleys to gravel
I got the heat here, we ain't got to travel
I'm than producers, I figured out you losers
I knew my longevity ya
Big paper game, come on run into flames
the power of the royal king james
Phantom menace, that's why niggas make faces like they guinness
When they I'm not finished
I've been paid, been platinum, been spittin', uh
Been eatin', been ballin' and you I'm shittin'
Platinum links, chinky-eyed blonde haired honeys sippin' colored drinks
Black thugs with white minks, ready to the brink
Bend little wifee over help her stretch out the kinks
That's why ya niggas freeze I step up in the building
The godfather's here giving blessings to his
shine, the world all mine
Can't believe these cats is poppin' shit about papers in rhymes
Or bodies they collect, black 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, let you decide
The alize swigger, I clock twelve
Think giuliani's rough I got real shit for niggas
been defeated, niggas retreated
Made the choice to be until my mission's completed
Get loose, get loose, method man get
the world gonna do when my dogs get loose?
(blaze one) blaze one (blaze one) 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 is fuck it
Hit the smoke shop and my budget
Mc's my bitch, using my shit
I'm hanging off the with one hand, losing my grip
Now y'all don't wanna see me do that, now do
Go straight and terrorize rap, do you?
I do my best work stressed out and pressure
Deep inside the is where you'll find my buried treasure
I'm still wild, tical
Still style, foul, crimi-niminal, individual
Sing a of sixpence
Pocket full of
Too many rappers be on john gotti's
Now this is something we don't rehearse
Put that rap second, and hip-hop first

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