Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Seasons

Bitch!
city, yo
Yo, yo funk doc straight lunatic since
I ate paint chips the moon
That pair mics, my
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 bail men
I'm constant, on that chase
Blow zip codes from 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 I hide with the waltons
Down south, the forty-four
I'm a nigga, you a polo nigga
I'm an shopper, you a soho nigga
highway running, homo nigga

I'm the sultan of the
The homicidal
I empty out like cristal bottles, uh
When I battle, I'm breaking bentleys to gravel
I got the heat right here, we got to travel
I'm bigger than producers, I 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 they guinness
When they realize I'm not
I've been paid, been 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 here giving blessings to his
shine, the world all mine
Can't believe cats is poppin' shit about papers in their rhymes
Or bodies they collect, black shot a tech
Them gangsta visions will you ass up in an ambulance
Cats live, look up in my eyes
We can do this one more time, let you decide
The swigger, I clock twelve figgas
Think giuliani's rough I got real shit for niggas
been defeated, niggas retreated
Made the choice to be until 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 four corners, seasons
Four mc's with four reasons to this game to its knees
And why you down there, my dick
My motto is fuck it
Hit the smoke and blow my budget
Mc's abusing my bitch, using my
I'm hanging off the roof one hand, losing my grip
Now y'all don't see me do that, now do you?
Go cuckoo and terrorize rap, do you?
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 of sixpence
Pocket of chits
Too rappers be on john gotti's dick
Now this is that we don't rehearse
Put that rap second, and hip-hop first

Easy, ain't nann niggas 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 me the fifth let me explain
lil' man made me give him a lift
So you ridin' with
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 more than a little bit, hot shit
L.l. an red
Ja rule with hot nix I'm the at that shit
So bitches explain
We ride dick so well, head from hell
I making them yell, my name
Rule baby, and shit gon' change, uh, uh