Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Seasons

Bitch!
city, yo
Yo, yo funk doc lunatic since young
I ate paint chips the rare
That pair mics, my
I battle you and then me and meth exchange
For money, to your house anklet
I it all, if not, here's a thousand
Bricks, be shooting fair ones with bonds men
I'm constant, on that paper
zip codes from bricks to 8-1-8
Doc serve til you lickin' the
Battle royal, in the smoking like doc out of oil
Fire thrown to the of you apartment
Hit 95 then I with the waltons
Down south, the forty-four
I'm a dolo nigga, you a nigga
I'm an shopper, you a soho nigga
highway running, homo nigga

I'm the of the ghetto
The aficionado
I empty out like cristal bottles, uh
When I battle, I'm breaking bentleys to gravel
I got the heat right here, we ain't got to
I'm bigger than producers, I out you losers
I my longevity confuse ya
Big paper game, come on run these flames
Recognize the power of the royal james
Phantom menace, why niggas make faces like they drinking guinness
When realize I'm not finished
I've been paid, I've been platinum, spittin', uh
eatin', been ballin' and you know I'm shittin'
Platinum links, chinky-eyed haired honeys sippin' rainbow colored drinks
Black with white minks, ready to jack the brink
your little wifee over help her stretch out the kinks
That's why ya freeze when I step up in the building
The godfather's giving blessings to his children
Carats shine, the all mine
Can't believe these cats is poppin' shit about in their rhymes
Or bodies they collect, black gotti shot a
Them gangsta will have you ass up in an ambulance
Cats ain't live, look up in my
We can do this one more time, I'll let you
The alize swigger, I twelve figgas
Think giuliani's rough I got some shit for niggas
Never been defeated, niggas
Made the choice to be seated until my mission's
Get loose, get loose, man get loose
What the world gonna do 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 bring this to its knees
And why you down there, suck my
My whole is fuck it
Hit the smoke shop and blow my
Mc's abusing my bitch, 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 work stressed out and under pressure
Deep inside the mind is where you'll find my treasure
I'm still wild, still
Still gritty style, foul, crimi-niminal,
Sing a song of
Pocket full of
Too rappers be on john gotti's dick
Now this is something that we rehearse
Put that rap shit second, and hip-hop

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