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 ain't the rest
Long gone, dancin with fish here
scale advances for glitter wristwear
Ch-chea, motherfucker this Chris here
Homie the strong's so vital, survival of the fits
Ain't shit sweet y'all, life about a yeah
Say I drive her crazy though I ride that hoe fifth
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 what a thug about, to get the fuck up out
the ghetto, the devil, prolong my demise
Got a sticky lah baby, 365

[Joe
Hold up, a nigga from lukewarm to hot
Scratch that, coldest winter to hell's kitchen
Aside predictable shots and shells spittin
Wouldn'ta known it cause nothin felt different
E'rything dope in this game on the radio
proofs me, check the dames 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 where you 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 FOOT
Young niggaz take vitamins
Your 28-inch higher than watchin me admirin
JUMP OFF e'rything that they to be
But the bullshit gets to me
See, only one concern, my bread right
Hate to see you your (Life) over a website
I'll (Sorry)
Y'all'll only know what I show why Chris Brown and Rihanna that story
Off puttin words like (Scrabble)
Build your (Monopoly), they just attack you
Can't (Pictionary) it, they gon' it's (Taboo)
you get more, they can't (Connect) the (Four)

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