Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Seasons

Bitch!
city, yo
Yo, yo funk doc straight lunatic young
I ate paint the rare moon
That mics, my maintenance
I battle you and then me and meth exchange
For money, to your house arrest
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
thrown to the roof of you apartment
Hit 95 then I hide with the
south, the forty-four feela
I'm a nigga, you a polo nigga
I'm an shopper, you a soho nigga
Westside running, homo nigga

I'm the sultan of the
The aficionado
I empty niggas out cristal bottles, uh
I battle, I'm breaking bentleys down to gravel
I got the heat right here, we ain't got to
I'm than producers, I figured out you losers
I knew my confuse ya
Big paper game, on run into these flames
the power of the royal king james
Phantom menace, that's why niggas faces like they drinking guinness
When they I'm not finished
been paid, I've been platinum, been spittin', uh
Been eatin', ballin' and you know I'm shittin'
Platinum links, chinky-eyed blonde haired sippin' rainbow colored drinks
Black thugs with white minks, to jack the brink
your little wifee over help 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 shit about papers in their rhymes
Or bodies they collect, black 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 twelve figgas
giuliani's rough I got some real shit for niggas
Never defeated, niggas retreated
Made the choice to be seated until my mission's
Get loose, get loose, method man get
What the world do when my dogs get loose?
(blaze one) one (blaze one) blaze one
Blaze, blaze, one

Now four corners, four
Four mc's with four reasons to bring this to its knees
And why you there, suck my dick
My whole is fuck it
Hit the shop and blow my budget
Mc's my bitch, using my shit
I'm hanging off the roof one hand, losing my grip
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 my buried treasure
I'm wild, still tical
gritty style, foul, crimi-niminal, individual
Sing a song of
Pocket of chits
Too rappers be on john gotti's dick
Now is something that we don't rehearse
Put rap shit second, and hip-hop 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 weight or did somebody gas me?
Ja be the myth, reggie hand me the let me explain
Your lil' man made me give him a
So you with gangstas
I'm up to a whole lot of other
is the clique, niggas can't deal with
Try it (hataz) you gonna get yours to the
Lesson by the four-four
Niggas more than a little bit, hot shit
L.l. an red
Ja rule with hot nix I'm the best at shit
So bitches this
We ride dick so well, game from hell
I love making yell, my name
Rule baby, and ain't gon' change, uh, uh