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 you and then me and meth exchange shifts
For money, to your house arrest
I take it all, if not, a thousand
Bricks, be shooting fair ones with bail men
I'm constant, on paper chase
zip codes from bricks to 8-1-8
Doc serve til you the plate
royal, in the ring smoking like doc out of oil
Fire thrown to the of you apartment
Hit 95 then I hide with the
Down south, the forty-four
I'm a nigga, you a polo nigga
I'm an uptown shopper, you a soho
Westside highway running, nigga

I'm the sultan of the
The aficionado
I empty out like cristal bottles, uh
When I battle, I'm breaking down to gravel
I got the heat here, we ain't got to travel
I'm bigger producers, I figured out you losers
I knew my confuse ya
Big paper game, come on run into flames
the power of the royal king james
Phantom menace, that's why niggas make faces like they guinness
When they realize I'm not
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 rainbow colored drinks
Black thugs with white minks, ready to jack the
Bend your wifee over help her stretch out the kinks
That's why ya niggas freeze when I up in the building
The here giving blessings to his children
Carats shine, the all mine
Can't believe these cats is shit about papers in their rhymes
Or they collect, black gotti 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, I'll let you
The alize swigger, I clock twelve
Think rough I got some real shit for niggas
Never been defeated, retreated
Made the choice to be seated until my completed
Get loose, get loose, man get loose
What the gonna do when my dogs get loose?
(blaze one) one (blaze one) blaze 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, my dick
My whole motto is it
Hit the smoke shop and my budget
abusing my bitch, using my shit
I'm hanging off the roof with one hand, losing my
Now y'all don't see me do that, now do you?
Go straight cuckoo and rap, do you?
I do my best work out and under pressure
Deep inside the mind is where you'll find my buried
I'm still wild, still
Still style, foul, crimi-niminal, individual
Sing a of sixpence
full of chits
Too many rappers be on john gotti's
Now is something that we don't rehearse
Put rap shit second, and hip-hop first

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