Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Seasons

Bitch!
city, yo
Yo, yo funk doc straight lunatic since
I ate paint the rare moon
That mics, my maintenance
I you and then 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 forty-four
I'm a dolo nigga, you a polo
I'm an uptown shopper, you a nigga
Westside highway running, nigga

I'm the of the ghetto
The homicidal
I empty out like cristal bottles, uh
When I battle, I'm bentleys down to gravel
I got the heat here, we ain't got to travel
I'm bigger producers, I figured out you losers
I my longevity confuse ya
Big paper game, come on run into these
Recognize the power of the royal james
Phantom menace, that's why make faces like they drinking guinness
When realize I'm not finished
been paid, I've been platinum, been spittin', uh
Been eatin', been ballin' and you know I'm
Platinum links, chinky-eyed haired honeys sippin' rainbow colored drinks
Black thugs with white minks, to jack the brink
Bend little wifee over help her stretch out the kinks
That's why ya niggas freeze when I step up in the
The godfather's here blessings to his children
shine, the world all mine
Can't these cats is poppin' shit about papers in their rhymes
Or they collect, black gotti shot a tech
Them gangsta will have you ass up in an ambulance
Cats ain't live, up in my eyes
We can do this one more time, I'll let you
The alize swigger, I clock figgas
Think giuliani's rough I got some real shit for
Never been defeated, niggas
Made the choice to be seated until my mission's
Get loose, get loose, method man get
What the world gonna do when my dogs get
(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 down there, my dick
My motto is fuck it
Hit the smoke shop and my budget
Mc's abusing my bitch, my shit
I'm hanging off the with one hand, losing my grip
Now y'all don't wanna see me do that, now do
Go straight cuckoo and rap, do you?
I do my work stressed out and under pressure
Deep the mind is where you'll find my buried treasure
I'm wild, still tical
gritty style, foul, crimi-niminal, individual
Sing a song of
Pocket of chits
Too many rappers be on john gotti's
Now this is something that we don't
Put that rap shit second, and first

Easy, ain't nann 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 whole lot of shit
Murderers is the clique, niggas deal with
Try it (hataz) you gonna get to the heart
Lesson by the four-four
Niggas want more than a bit, hot shit
L.l. an red
Ja rule hot nix I'm the best at that shit
So bitches explain
We ride dick so well, game from hell
I love them yell, my name
Rule baby, and ain't gon' change, uh, uh