Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Seasons

Bitch!
city, yo
Yo, yo doc straight lunatic since young
I ate paint chips the rare
That mics, my maintenance
I battle you and then me and meth shifts
For money, to house arrest anklet
I it all, if not, here's a thousand
Bricks, be shooting fair with bail bonds men
I'm constant, on that chase
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 to the roof of you apartment
Hit 95 then I hide with the
Down south, the feela
I'm a nigga, you a polo nigga
I'm an uptown shopper, you a nigga
Westside highway running, 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 right here, we ain't got to travel
I'm bigger than producers, I figured out you
I knew my longevity ya
Big paper game, on run into these flames
the power of the royal king james
Phantom menace, that's why make faces like they drinking guinness
they realize I'm not finished
I've been paid, I've platinum, been spittin', uh
Been eatin', been ballin' and you know I'm
Platinum links, chinky-eyed blonde honeys sippin' rainbow colored drinks
Black thugs with minks, ready to jack the brink
Bend your little wifee help her stretch out the kinks
That's why ya niggas freeze I step up in the building
The here giving blessings to his children
Carats shine, the all mine
Can't believe cats is poppin' shit about papers in their rhymes
Or bodies they collect, black gotti a tech
Them gangsta visions will 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 swigger, I clock twelve figgas
giuliani's rough I got some real shit for niggas
Never defeated, niggas retreated
Made the choice to be seated until my mission's
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 corners, four seasons
Four mc's with four reasons to bring game to its knees
And why you down there, my dick
My whole motto is it
Hit the shop and blow my budget
Mc's abusing my bitch, my shit
I'm hanging off the roof with one hand, my grip
Now y'all wanna see me do that, now do you?
Go straight and terrorize rap, do you?
I do my best work stressed out and pressure
Deep inside the mind is you'll find my buried treasure
I'm still wild, 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 something that we rehearse
Put rap shit second, and hip-hop first

Easy, nann 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 me the fifth let me explain
Your lil' man made me give him a
So you ridin' gangstas
I'm up to a whole lot of shit
Murderers is the clique, niggas deal with
Try it (hataz) you gonna get to the heart
Lesson by the four-four
Niggas want more than a little bit, hot
L.l. an red
Ja rule hot nix I'm the best at that shit
So bitches explain
We ride dick so well, head game from
I love making them yell, my
Rule baby, and shit gon' change, uh, uh