Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Seasons

Bitch!
city, yo
Yo, yo doc straight lunatic since young
I ate chips the rare moon
That pair mics, my
I battle you and me and meth exchange shifts
For money, to your house anklet
I it all, if not, here's a thousand
Bricks, be shooting fair ones bail bonds men
I'm constant, on that chase
Blow zip codes bricks to 8-1-8
Doc til you lickin' the plate
Battle royal, in the ring like doc out of oil
Fire to the roof of you apartment
Hit 95 then I hide the waltons
south, the forty-four feela
I'm a dolo nigga, you a polo
I'm an uptown shopper, you a nigga
Westside highway running, nigga

I'm the sultan of the
The aficionado
I empty niggas out cristal bottles, uh
When I battle, I'm breaking down 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 paper game, on run into these flames
Recognize the power of the royal james
Phantom menace, that's why make faces like they drinking guinness
When they realize I'm not
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 rainbow colored drinks
Black with white minks, ready to jack the brink
Bend your little wifee help her stretch out the kinks
That's why ya niggas when I step up in the building
The godfather's here giving to his children
shine, the world all mine
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 this one more time, I'll let you
The alize swigger, I clock figgas
Think giuliani's rough I got some real shit for
Never defeated, niggas retreated
Made the choice to be seated until my mission's
Get loose, get loose, man get loose
What the world do when my dogs get loose?
(blaze one) blaze one (blaze one) one
Blaze, blaze, one

Now four corners, four
Four mc's with four reasons to bring this to its knees
And why you down there, suck my
My whole motto is it
Hit the shop and blow my budget
Mc's abusing my bitch, my shit
I'm hanging off the roof one hand, losing my grip
Now y'all don't wanna see me do that, now do
Go straight and terrorize 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 wild, still tical
Still gritty style, foul, crimi-niminal,
a song of sixpence
Pocket full of
Too rappers be on john gotti's dick
Now this is something that we rehearse
Put that rap shit second, and first

Easy, ain't nann spitting like me
Nor motherfuckin' 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, reggie hand me the fifth let me
Your lil' man made me him a lift
So you ridin' gangstas
I'm up to a whole lot of other
Murderers is the clique, niggas deal with
Try it (hataz) you get yours to the heart
Lesson tonight by the
Niggas want than a little bit, hot shit
L.l. an red
Ja rule with hot nix I'm the at that shit
So bitches this
We ride dick so well, head from hell
I love them yell, my name
baby, and ain't shit gon' change, uh, uh