Luyện nghe bài hát Connect 4

[Intro: Young
Yeah... uh, C.
We do this, Joe
Yeah, Chris, what, what?
Yeah, uh

[Young
To the heart of North Philadelph, pour my and flesh
Give me the crown, watch me wear it the best, I hearin the rest
Long gone, dancin with bigger here
Fish scale advances for glitter
Ch-chea, this year Chris here
Homie the so vital, survival of the fits here
Ain't shit y'all, life about a bitch yeah
Say I drive her though I ride that hoe fifth gear
Talk so poverty cause I live here
Talk facility cause my doin a bid there
You ain't rappin or ballin, we got our out
what a thug about, anything to get the fuck up out
the ghetto, the devil, prolong my demise
Got a sticky lah baby, 365

Budden]
Hold up, a went from lukewarm to hot
Scratch that, from coldest winter to hell's
from predictable shots and shells spittin
Wouldn'ta even known it cause felt different
E'rything dope in game ain't on the radio
proofs me, check the dames and the ratio
Brain like fellatio, I mean it to be cane like Horatio
you, pay me though
Look for him, in whatever I put on
Come from where you a wrong look and you would look wrong
Broads off the for him
But I treat 'em like Subway, I give 'em 5 and a FOOT long
Young take your vitamins
Your 28-inch rims higher watchin me admirin
OFF e'rything that they aspirin to be
But the bullshit gets to me
See, only one concern, my bread right
Hate to see you lose (Life) over a website
feel (Sorry)
Y'all'll only know what I show why Brown and Rihanna that real story
Off puttin words like (Scrabble)
Build (Monopoly), they just gon' attack you
Can't (Pictionary) it, gon' think it's (Taboo)
When you get more, can't (Connect) the (Four)

Joe Budden]
Dawg.. geah, Joey,
Yes Chad, I know the sound