Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Seasons

Bitch!
city, yo
Yo, yo funk doc straight since young
I ate paint the rare moon
That pair mics, my
I battle you and me and meth 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 paper
Blow zip from bricks to 8-1-8
Doc til you lickin' the plate
royal, in the ring smoking 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 nigga, you a polo nigga
I'm an uptown shopper, you a soho
Westside running, homo nigga

I'm the sultan of the
The aficionado
I empty niggas out like bottles, uh
When I battle, I'm breaking down to gravel
I got the heat right here, we ain't got to
I'm than producers, I figured out you losers
I my longevity confuse ya
Big game, come on run into these flames
Recognize the power of the royal king
Phantom menace, why niggas make faces like they drinking guinness
they realize I'm not finished
I've been paid, been platinum, been spittin', uh
eatin', been ballin' and you know I'm shittin'
Platinum links, chinky-eyed blonde honeys sippin' rainbow colored drinks
Black thugs with white minks, to jack the brink
Bend little wifee over help her stretch out the kinks
That's why ya freeze when I step up in the building
The godfather's giving 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 visions will have you ass up in an ambulance
Cats ain't live, up in my eyes
We can do this one more time, I'll let you
The alize swigger, I clock twelve
Think giuliani's rough I got some shit for niggas
Never been defeated, niggas
the choice to be seated until my mission's completed
Get loose, get loose, method man get
What the world gonna do my dogs get loose?
(blaze one) blaze one (blaze one) one
Blaze, blaze, one

Now four corners, seasons
Four mc's with four reasons to this game to its knees
And why you down there, suck my
My motto is fuck it
Hit the smoke shop and blow my
Mc's abusing my bitch, my shit
I'm hanging off the roof one hand, losing my grip
Now don't wanna see me do that, now do you?
Go straight and terrorize rap, do you?
I do my best stressed out and under pressure
Deep inside the mind is where you'll find my buried
I'm wild, still tical
gritty style, foul, crimi-niminal, individual
Sing a 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 niggas spitting like me
Nor murderers 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 fifth let me
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, can't deal with
Try it (hataz) you gonna get yours to the
Lesson by the four-four
Niggas want more a little bit, hot shit
L.l. an red
Ja rule with hot nix I'm the at that shit
So explain this
We ride dick so well, head from hell
I making them yell, my name
Rule baby, and ain't gon' change, uh, uh