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, pour my spirit and
Give me the crown, watch me wear it the best, I ain't hearin the
Long gone, dancin with bigger here
scale advances for glitter wristwear
Ch-chea, motherfucker this Chris here
Homie the strong's so vital, survival of the here
Ain't sweet y'all, life about a bitch yeah
Say I drive her crazy I ride that hoe fifth gear
Talk so much poverty I live here
Talk facility cause my family's a bid there
You ain't rappin or ballin, we got our out
That's a thug about, anything to get the fuck up out
the ghetto, dodge the devil, my demise
Got a green lah baby, 365

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

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