Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Seasons

Bitch!
city, yo
Yo, yo funk doc straight lunatic since
I ate paint the rare moon
That pair mics, my
I battle you and then me and meth exchange
For money, to house arrest 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 serve til you lickin' the
Battle royal, in the ring smoking doc out of oil
thrown to the roof of you apartment
Hit 95 then I with the waltons
south, the forty-four feela
I'm a nigga, you a polo nigga
I'm an uptown shopper, you a nigga
highway running, homo nigga

I'm the sultan of the
The homicidal
I niggas out like cristal bottles, uh
When I battle, I'm bentleys down to gravel
I got the heat right here, we ain't got to
I'm bigger than producers, I figured out you
I knew my confuse ya
Big paper game, on run into these flames
Recognize the power of the king james
Phantom menace, why niggas make faces like they drinking guinness
they realize I'm not finished
I've been paid, I've platinum, been spittin', uh
eatin', been ballin' and you know I'm shittin'
Platinum links, chinky-eyed blonde haired sippin' rainbow colored drinks
Black with white minks, ready to jack the brink
Bend your little wifee over help her stretch out the
That's why ya niggas when I step up in the building
The godfather's here blessings to his children
Carats shine, the world all
Can't believe these cats is poppin' shit about papers in their
Or bodies they collect, black gotti a tech
Them gangsta 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 clock twelve
Think giuliani's rough I got real shit for niggas
Never been defeated, niggas
Made the choice to be seated my mission's completed
Get loose, get loose, method man get
the world gonna do when my dogs get loose?
(blaze one) one (blaze one) blaze one
Blaze, blaze, one

Now corners, four seasons
Four mc's with four to bring this game to its knees
And why you there, suck my dick
My whole motto is it
Hit the smoke and blow my budget
Mc's my bitch, using my shit
I'm off the roof with one hand, losing my grip
Now y'all wanna see me do that, now do you?
Go cuckoo 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 still wild, tical
Still style, foul, crimi-niminal, individual
a song of sixpence
Pocket 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 spitting me
Nor motherfuckin' inc
will pass me, look me in the face, ask me
Are really holdin' weight or did somebody gas me?
Ja be the myth, hand me the fifth let me explain
Your 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
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 yell, my name
Rule baby, and ain't gon' change, uh, uh