Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Seasons

Bitch!
city, yo
Yo, yo funk doc lunatic since young
I ate paint chips the moon
That mics, my maintenance
I battle you and then me and meth exchange
For money, to your house arrest
I take it all, if not, here's a
Bricks, be fair ones with bail bonds men
I'm constant, on paper chase
Blow zip codes from bricks to
Doc til you lickin' the plate
Battle royal, in the smoking like doc out of oil
thrown to the roof of you apartment
Hit 95 I hide with the waltons
Down south, the forty-four
I'm a dolo nigga, you a polo
I'm an uptown shopper, you a nigga
Westside running, homo nigga

I'm the sultan of the
The homicidal
I empty niggas out 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 knew my confuse ya
Big game, come on run into these flames
the power of the royal king james
Phantom menace, that's why niggas make like they drinking guinness
they realize I'm not finished
I've been paid, been platinum, been spittin', uh
Been eatin', ballin' and you know I'm shittin'
Platinum links, chinky-eyed blonde haired honeys sippin' rainbow colored
Black thugs with white minks, ready to the brink
Bend your little wifee over her stretch out the kinks
That's why ya niggas freeze I step up in the building
The godfather's here blessings to his children
shine, the world all mine
Can't believe these cats is poppin' about papers in their rhymes
Or bodies they collect, black gotti a tech
Them visions will have you ass up in an ambulance
Cats ain't live, look up in my
We can do this one more time, let you decide
The alize swigger, I clock twelve
Think giuliani's rough I got some shit for niggas
Never been defeated, retreated
Made the to be seated until my mission's completed
Get loose, get loose, man get loose
the world gonna do when 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, suck my
My whole is fuck it
Hit the shop and blow my budget
abusing my bitch, using my shit
I'm hanging off the with one hand, losing my grip
Now y'all wanna see me do that, now do you?
Go cuckoo and terrorize rap, do you?
I do my best work stressed out and pressure
Deep inside the mind is where you'll my buried treasure
I'm wild, still tical
Still gritty style, foul, crimi-niminal,
a song of sixpence
Pocket of chits
Too many rappers be on gotti's dick
Now this is that we don't rehearse
Put that rap second, and hip-hop first

Easy, nann niggas spitting like me
Nor motherfuckin' inc
will pass 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
lil' 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 get yours to the heart
Lesson tonight by the
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, head game from
I love making yell, my name
Rule baby, and ain't shit change, uh, uh