Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Seasons

Bitch!
city, yo
Yo, yo doc straight lunatic since young
I ate paint the rare moon
That mics, my maintenance
I you and then me and meth exchange shifts
For money, to your house anklet
I take it all, if not, 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 the plate
Battle royal, in the ring like doc out of oil
Fire thrown to the of you apartment
Hit 95 then I hide with the
south, the forty-four feela
I'm a dolo nigga, you a polo
I'm an shopper, you a soho nigga
Westside highway running, homo

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 here, we ain't got to travel
I'm bigger than producers, I out you losers
I knew my confuse ya
Big paper game, come on run into these
Recognize the power of the king james
menace, that's why niggas make faces like they drinking guinness
When they realize I'm not
I've been paid, I've platinum, been spittin', uh
eatin', been ballin' and you know I'm shittin'
Platinum links, chinky-eyed blonde haired honeys rainbow colored drinks
Black thugs with white minks, ready to the brink
Bend your little wifee over help her out the kinks
That's why ya freeze when I step up in the building
The godfather's here blessings to his children
Carats shine, the world all
Can't believe these cats is poppin' about papers in their rhymes
Or they collect, black gotti shot a tech
Them gangsta visions have you ass up in an ambulance
Cats ain't live, look up in my
We can do one more time, I'll let you decide
The alize swigger, I clock twelve
Think giuliani's I got some real shit for niggas
Never been defeated, retreated
Made the choice to be seated my mission's completed
Get loose, get loose, method man get
What the gonna do when my dogs get loose?
(blaze one) one (blaze one) blaze one
Blaze, blaze, one

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

Easy, ain't nann niggas like me
Nor murderers inc
will pass me, look me in the face, ask me
Are really holdin' weight or did somebody gas me?
Ja be the myth, reggie me the fifth let me explain
Your lil' man made me give him a
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 to the heart
Lesson tonight by the
Niggas more than a little bit, hot shit
L.l. an red
Ja rule with hot nix I'm the at that shit
So explain this
We dick so well, head game from hell
I love making yell, my name
Rule baby, and ain't gon' change, uh, uh