Luyện nghe bài hát Connect 4

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

[Young
To the heart of North Philadelph, my spirit and flesh
me the crown, watch me wear it the best, I ain't hearin the rest
Long gone, dancin with bigger fish
Fish scale advances for wristwear
Ch-chea, this year Chris here
Homie the so vital, survival of the fits here
Ain't shit sweet y'all, life about a bitch
Say I drive her crazy though I ride that hoe gear
Talk so much poverty I live here
Talk facility cause my doin a bid there
You rappin or ballin, we got our hustle 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 winter to hell's kitchen
Aside from predictable and shells spittin
Wouldn'ta even it cause nothin felt different
E'rything in this game ain't on the radio
That proofs me, check the dames and the
Brain fellatio, I mean it used to be cane like Horatio
Fuck you, pay me
Look for him, in whatever I put on
Come from where you give a look and you would look wrong
Broads off the for him
But I treat 'em like Subway, I give 'em 5 dollars and a FOOT
Young niggaz take your
28-inch rims higher than watchin me admirin
JUMP OFF e'rything they aspirin to be
But the bullshit gets to me
See, one concern, gettin my bread right
Hate to see you your (Life) over a website
I'll (Sorry)
Y'all'll only know what I show why Brown and Rihanna that real story
Off puttin together like (Scrabble)
Build your (Monopoly), they just attack you
Can't (Pictionary) it, they gon' it's (Taboo)
When you get more, they (Connect) the (Four)

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