Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Seasons

Bitch!
city, yo
Yo, yo funk doc straight lunatic young
I ate paint the rare moon
That mics, my maintenance
I battle you and me and meth exchange shifts
For money, to your house arrest
I it all, if not, here's a thousand
Bricks, be shooting fair ones with bonds men
I'm constant, on paper chase
zip codes from bricks to 8-1-8
Doc til you lickin' the plate
Battle royal, in the ring like doc out of oil
thrown to the roof of you apartment
Hit 95 I hide with the waltons
Down south, the 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 cristal bottles, uh
When I battle, I'm bentleys down to gravel
I got the right here, we ain't got to travel
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 james
Phantom menace, that's why niggas make faces like drinking guinness
When they 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 haired honeys sippin' rainbow drinks
Black thugs white minks, ready to jack the brink
Bend your little wifee over her stretch out the kinks
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 is poppin' shit about papers in their rhymes
Or bodies they collect, black shot a tech
Them gangsta will have you ass up in an ambulance
ain't live, look up in my eyes
We can do this one time, I'll let you decide
The alize swigger, I clock twelve
giuliani's rough I got some real shit for niggas
Never been defeated, retreated
Made the choice to be seated until my mission's
Get loose, get loose, man get loose
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 game to its knees
And why you down there, suck my
My motto is fuck it
Hit the smoke shop and my budget
Mc's abusing my bitch, my shit
I'm hanging off the roof with one hand, losing my
Now y'all don't wanna see me do that, now do
Go straight cuckoo and terrorize rap, do
I do my work stressed out and under pressure
Deep inside the mind is you'll find my buried treasure
I'm still wild, tical
Still style, foul, crimi-niminal, individual
Sing a song of
Pocket of chits
Too many rappers be on gotti's dick
Now this is that we don't rehearse
Put rap shit second, and hip-hop first

Easy, ain't 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 hand me the let me explain
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, can't deal with
Try it (hataz) you get yours to the heart
Lesson by the four-four
Niggas want more than a 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 game from
I love them yell, my name
baby, and ain't shit gon' change, uh, uh