Luyện nghe bài hát Four Seasons

Bitch!
city, yo
Yo, yo funk doc lunatic since young
I ate chips the rare moon
pair mics, my maintenance
I battle you and then me and exchange shifts
For money, to your arrest anklet
I take it all, if not, a thousand
Bricks, be shooting fair ones with bail men
I'm constant, on that chase
Blow zip codes from to 8-1-8
Doc til you lickin' the plate
Battle royal, in the ring smoking doc out of oil
Fire thrown to the roof of you
Hit 95 then I with the waltons
Down south, the forty-four
I'm a dolo nigga, you a nigga
I'm an shopper, you a soho nigga
Westside highway running, homo

I'm the of the ghetto
The homicidal
I empty niggas out like bottles, uh
When I battle, I'm breaking bentleys to gravel
I got the heat here, we ain't got to travel
I'm bigger than producers, I figured out you
I knew my confuse ya
Big paper game, on run into these flames
Recognize the of the royal king james
Phantom menace, that's why make faces like they drinking guinness
When realize I'm not finished
been paid, I've been platinum, been spittin', uh
Been eatin', been ballin' and you know I'm
Platinum links, blonde haired honeys sippin' rainbow colored drinks
Black thugs white minks, ready to jack the brink
Bend your little wifee over help her out the kinks
That's why ya niggas when I step up in the building
The godfather's here giving blessings to his
shine, the world all mine
Can't believe these cats is poppin' shit papers in their rhymes
Or bodies they collect, gotti shot a tech
Them gangsta visions will you ass up in an ambulance
Cats ain't live, look up in my
We can do one more time, I'll let you decide
The alize swigger, I clock twelve
Think giuliani's rough I got some real for niggas
Never been defeated, niggas
the choice to be seated until my mission's completed
Get loose, get loose, man get loose
What the world do when my dogs get loose?
(blaze one) blaze one (blaze one) one
Blaze, blaze, one

Now four corners, four
Four with four reasons to bring this game to its knees
And why you there, suck my dick
My whole motto is it
Hit the shop and blow my budget
Mc's abusing my bitch, using my
I'm hanging off the roof with one hand, losing my
Now y'all don't see me do that, now do you?
Go straight cuckoo and terrorize rap, do
I do my best stressed out and under pressure
Deep inside the mind is where you'll find my buried
I'm wild, still tical
Still style, foul, crimi-niminal, individual
a song of sixpence
Pocket full of
Too many rappers be on john gotti's
Now this is something that we rehearse
Put that rap second, and hip-hop first

Easy, ain't niggas spitting like me
Nor murderers inc
Niggas will me, look me in the face, ask me
Are really holdin' weight or did somebody gas me?
Ja be the myth, reggie hand me the fifth let me
Your lil' man made me give him a
So you ridin' with
I'm up to a whole lot of other
Murderers is the clique, niggas deal with
Try it (hataz) you gonna get yours to the
tonight by the four-four
Niggas want more than a bit, hot shit
L.l. an red
Ja rule with hot nix I'm the at that shit
So explain this
We ride dick so well, head game from
I love them yell, my name
Rule baby, and ain't shit change, uh, uh