Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Seasons

Bitch!
city, yo
Yo, yo funk doc straight lunatic young
I ate paint chips the moon
That mics, my maintenance
I battle you and me and meth exchange shifts
For money, to your arrest anklet
I take it all, if not, a thousand
Bricks, be shooting fair with bail bonds men
I'm constant, on paper chase
Blow zip codes bricks to 8-1-8
Doc serve til you the plate
Battle royal, in the ring smoking doc out of oil
Fire to the roof of you apartment
Hit 95 then I hide the waltons
Down south, the feela
I'm a nigga, you a polo nigga
I'm an uptown shopper, you a soho
Westside running, homo nigga

I'm the of the ghetto
The homicidal
I niggas out like cristal bottles, uh
When I battle, I'm breaking bentleys down to
I got the heat right here, we ain't got to
I'm bigger producers, I figured out you losers
I my longevity confuse ya
Big paper game, come on run into flames
Recognize the of the royal 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
Been eatin', been ballin' and you I'm shittin'
links, chinky-eyed blonde haired honeys sippin' rainbow colored drinks
Black with white minks, ready to jack the brink
Bend your little wifee over help her out the kinks
That's why ya niggas freeze I step up in the building
The godfather's giving blessings to his children
shine, the world all mine
Can't these 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 alize swigger, I clock twelve
Think giuliani's I got some real shit for niggas
Never been defeated, niggas
Made the choice to be seated until my completed
Get loose, get loose, man get loose
What the world do when my dogs get loose?
(blaze one) one (blaze one) blaze one
Blaze, blaze, one

Now four corners, four
mc's with four reasons to bring this game to its knees
And why you there, suck my dick
My motto is fuck it
Hit the smoke shop and blow my
Mc's my bitch, using my shit
I'm off the roof with one hand, losing my grip
Now y'all don't see me do that, now do you?
Go straight cuckoo and terrorize rap, do
I do my best stressed out and under pressure
Deep inside the mind is where you'll my buried treasure
I'm wild, still tical
gritty style, foul, crimi-niminal, individual
Sing a of sixpence
full of chits
Too many rappers be on gotti's dick
Now this is something we don't rehearse
Put that rap second, and hip-hop first

Easy, ain't nann niggas like me
Nor motherfuckin' inc
will pass me, look me in the face, ask me
Are y'all holdin' weight or did somebody gas me?
Ja be the myth, reggie me the fifth let me explain
Your lil' man made me him a lift
So you with gangstas
I'm up to a lot of other shit
Murderers is the clique, niggas can't deal
Try it (hataz) you gonna get yours to the
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 best at that
So explain this
We ride so well, head game from hell
I love making them yell, my
Rule baby, and shit gon' change, uh, uh