Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Seasons

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

I'm the of the ghetto
The aficionado
I empty niggas out like bottles, uh
When I battle, I'm breaking bentleys 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 game, come on run into these flames
Recognize the of the royal king james
Phantom menace, that's why niggas faces like they drinking guinness
they realize I'm not finished
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 with white minks, ready to jack the brink
Bend your little wifee over her stretch out the kinks
why ya niggas freeze when I step up in the building
The here giving blessings to his children
Carats shine, the all mine
Can't believe these cats is poppin' shit papers in their rhymes
Or bodies they collect, gotti shot a tech
Them gangsta visions will have you ass up in an
Cats ain't live, up in my eyes
We can do this one time, I'll let you decide
The alize swigger, I twelve figgas
Think giuliani's rough I got some 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 gonna do my dogs get loose?
(blaze one) blaze one (blaze one) one
Blaze, blaze, one

Now four corners, four
Four mc's with reasons to bring this game to its knees
And why you down there, my dick
My motto is fuck it
Hit the smoke shop and blow my
Mc's abusing my bitch, my shit
I'm hanging off the roof with one hand, my grip
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 where you'll my buried treasure
I'm wild, still tical
Still style, foul, crimi-niminal, individual
a song of sixpence
Pocket full of
Too many rappers be on john dick
Now this is something we don't rehearse
Put that rap shit second, and hip-hop

Easy, nann niggas spitting like me
Nor motherfuckin' inc
Niggas will me, look me in the face, ask me
Are y'all really holdin' or did somebody gas me?
Ja be the myth, reggie hand me the let me explain
Your man made me give him a lift
So you ridin' gangstas
I'm up to a lot of other shit
Murderers is the clique, niggas deal with
Try it (hataz) you gonna get to the heart
Lesson tonight by the
Niggas want more a little bit, hot shit
L.l. an red
Ja rule with hot nix I'm the at that shit
So bitches this
We ride dick so well, head from hell
I love making yell, my name
Rule baby, and ain't gon' change, uh, uh