Luyện nghe bài hát Connect 4

[Intro: Chris]
Yeah... uh, C.
We do this, Joe
Yeah, young Chris, what,
Yeah, uh

[Young
To the heart of North Philadelph, my spirit and flesh
Give me the crown, watch me wear it the best, I hearin the rest
Long gone, dancin with fish here
Fish scale advances for glitter
Ch-chea, motherfucker this Chris here
Homie the strong's so vital, survival of the fits
Ain't sweet y'all, life about a bitch yeah
Say I drive her crazy I ride that hoe fifth gear
Talk so much cause I live here
Talk facility cause my doin a bid there
You ain't or ballin, we got our hustle 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

[Joe
Hold up, a nigga went lukewarm to hot
Scratch that, from winter to hell's kitchen
from predictable shots and shells spittin
Wouldn'ta even it cause nothin felt different
dope in this game ain't on the radio
That me, check the dames and the ratio
Brain like fellatio, I mean it used to be cane like
Fuck you, pay me
Look for him, in whatever I put on
Come from where you give a wrong look and you would look
off the hook for him
But I treat 'em Subway, I give 'em 5 dollars and a FOOT long
Young niggaz your vitamins
Your 28-inch higher than watchin me admirin
JUMP OFF e'rything they aspirin to be
But the gets tiresome to me
See, one concern, gettin my bread right
Hate to see you lose (Life) over a website
feel (Sorry)
Y'all'll only know what I show why Chris Brown and that real story
Off puttin together like (Scrabble)
your (Monopoly), they just gon' attack you
Can't (Pictionary) it, they think it's (Taboo)
you get more, they can't (Connect) the (Four)

[Outro: Joe
Dawg.. geah, Joey,
Yes Chad, I fuckin the sound