Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Seasons

Bitch!
city, yo
Yo, yo funk doc straight since young
I ate paint chips the rare
That pair mics, my
I battle you and me and meth exchange shifts
For money, to house arrest anklet
I it all, if not, here's 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 the plate
Battle royal, in the ring like doc out of oil
Fire thrown to the of you apartment
Hit 95 then I hide with the
Down south, the forty-four
I'm a dolo nigga, you a polo
I'm an shopper, you a soho nigga
Westside highway running, homo

I'm the sultan of the
The aficionado
I empty out like cristal bottles, uh
When I battle, I'm breaking bentleys down to
I got the heat here, we ain't got to travel
I'm bigger than producers, I out you losers
I knew my longevity ya
Big paper game, come on run into these
Recognize the power of the royal king
menace, that's why niggas make faces like they drinking guinness
When they realize I'm not
I've been paid, been platinum, been spittin', uh
Been eatin', been ballin' and you know I'm
links, chinky-eyed blonde haired honeys sippin' rainbow colored drinks
Black thugs with minks, ready to jack the brink
Bend your wifee over help her stretch out the kinks
why ya niggas freeze when I step up in the building
The godfather's here giving to his children
shine, the world all mine
Can't believe these cats is poppin' shit about in their rhymes
Or bodies collect, black gotti shot a tech
Them visions will have you ass up in an ambulance
Cats live, look up in my eyes
We can do this one time, I'll let you decide
The alize swigger, I clock twelve
Think giuliani's rough I got real shit for niggas
Never been defeated, niggas
Made the to be seated until my mission's completed
Get loose, get loose, man get loose
What the world gonna do when my get loose?
(blaze one) one (blaze one) blaze one
Blaze, blaze, one

Now corners, four seasons
mc's with four reasons to bring this game to its knees
And why you there, suck my dick
My whole motto is it
Hit the smoke shop and blow my
abusing my bitch, using my shit
I'm off the roof with one hand, losing my grip
Now don't wanna see me do that, now do you?
Go straight cuckoo and 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
gritty style, foul, crimi-niminal, individual
Sing a song of
full of chits
Too many rappers be on john gotti's
Now this is that we don't rehearse
Put that rap shit second, and hip-hop

Easy, ain't nann niggas like me
Nor murderers inc
Niggas will me, look 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
lil' man made me give him a lift
So you with gangstas
I'm up to a whole lot of other
Murderers is the clique, niggas can't deal
Try it (hataz) you gonna get to the heart
tonight by the four-four
Niggas want more than a little bit, hot
L.l. an red
Ja rule with hot nix I'm the at that shit
So bitches explain
We dick so well, head game from hell
I love making them yell, my
baby, and ain't shit gon' change, uh, uh