Luyện nghe bài hát Four Seasons

Bitch!
city, yo
Yo, yo funk doc straight since young
I ate paint chips the moon
That 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 bonds men
I'm constant, on paper chase
zip codes from bricks to 8-1-8
Doc serve til you lickin' the
Battle royal, in the ring like doc out of oil
Fire thrown to the roof of you
Hit 95 then I hide with the
south, the forty-four feela
I'm a dolo nigga, you a polo
I'm an shopper, you a soho nigga
Westside highway running, homo

I'm the of the ghetto
The aficionado
I empty niggas out like bottles, uh
When I battle, I'm breaking down to gravel
I got the right here, we ain't got to travel
I'm bigger than producers, I figured out you
I my longevity confuse ya
Big paper game, on run into these flames
Recognize the power of the king james
Phantom menace, that's why niggas make faces 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, chinky-eyed blonde haired honeys rainbow colored drinks
Black with white minks, ready to jack the brink
Bend your wifee over help her stretch out the kinks
That's why ya freeze when I step up in the building
The godfather's here giving to his children
Carats shine, the all mine
Can't believe these is poppin' shit about papers in their rhymes
Or bodies they collect, black shot a tech
Them visions will have you ass up in an ambulance
Cats ain't live, look up in my
We can do this one time, I'll let you decide
The alize swigger, I clock twelve
giuliani's rough I got some real shit for niggas
Never been defeated, niggas
Made the choice to be seated until my mission's
Get loose, get loose, method man get
the world gonna do when my dogs get loose?
(blaze one) blaze one (blaze one) one
Blaze, blaze, one

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

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