Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Seasons

Bitch!
city, yo
Yo, yo funk doc straight since young
I ate chips the rare moon
pair mics, my maintenance
I battle you and then me and exchange shifts
For money, to your house arrest
I take it all, if not, here's a
Bricks, be shooting ones with bail bonds men
I'm constant, on that chase
Blow zip from bricks to 8-1-8
Doc serve til you the plate
Battle royal, in the smoking like doc out of oil
thrown to the roof of you apartment
Hit 95 then I hide with the
south, the forty-four feela
I'm a nigga, you a polo nigga
I'm an shopper, you a soho nigga
Westside highway running, homo

I'm the of the ghetto
The homicidal
I empty niggas out like bottles, uh
When I battle, I'm breaking bentleys to gravel
I got the heat right here, we 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, why niggas make faces like they drinking guinness
When they realize I'm not
been paid, I've been platinum, been spittin', uh
Been eatin', been and you know I'm shittin'
Platinum links, chinky-eyed blonde haired honeys sippin' rainbow drinks
Black thugs with minks, ready to jack the brink
Bend your little over help her stretch out the kinks
That's why ya niggas freeze when I up in the building
The here giving blessings to his children
Carats shine, the world all
Can't believe these cats is poppin' shit about papers in rhymes
Or bodies they collect, gotti shot a tech
Them visions will have you ass up in an ambulance
Cats ain't live, look up in my
We can do this one more time, I'll let you
The alize swigger, I twelve figgas
Think giuliani's rough I got some shit for niggas
been defeated, niggas retreated
Made the to be seated until my mission's completed
Get loose, get loose, method man get
What the world gonna do when my get loose?
(blaze one) blaze one (blaze one) one
Blaze, blaze, one

Now corners, four seasons
Four mc's with four reasons to bring this game to its
And why you down there, suck my
My whole motto is it
Hit the smoke and blow my budget
Mc's my bitch, using my shit
I'm hanging off the roof with one hand, losing my
Now don't wanna see me do that, now do you?
Go straight and terrorize rap, do you?
I do my best work stressed out and under
Deep inside the mind is where find my buried treasure
I'm wild, still tical
Still style, foul, crimi-niminal, individual
Sing a of sixpence
full of chits
Too many be on john gotti's dick
Now this is something that we don't
Put that rap shit second, and hip-hop

Easy, nann niggas spitting like me
Nor murderers inc
Niggas will me, look me in the face, ask me
Are y'all really weight or did somebody gas me?
Ja be the myth, reggie hand me the fifth let me
Your lil' man me give him a lift
So you ridin' gangstas
I'm up to a lot of other shit
Murderers is the clique, niggas can't deal
Try it (hataz) you get yours 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
baby, and ain't shit gon' change, uh, uh