Luyện nghe bài hát Four Seasons

Bitch!
city, yo
Yo, yo funk doc lunatic since young
I ate paint chips the moon
That mics, my maintenance
I battle you and then me and meth exchange
For money, to your house anklet
I take it all, if not, here's a
Bricks, be fair ones with bail bonds men
I'm constant, on that paper
Blow zip codes bricks to 8-1-8
Doc serve til you the plate
Battle royal, in the ring smoking doc out of oil
Fire to the roof of you apartment
Hit 95 then I with the waltons
south, the forty-four feela
I'm a dolo nigga, you a polo
I'm an uptown shopper, you a nigga
Westside highway running, nigga

I'm the of the ghetto
The homicidal
I empty out like cristal bottles, uh
When I battle, I'm bentleys down to gravel
I got the heat here, we ain't got to travel
I'm than producers, I figured out you losers
I knew my longevity ya
Big paper game, come on run these flames
the power of the royal king james
Phantom menace, that's why niggas make like they drinking guinness
they realize I'm not finished
I've been paid, I've platinum, been spittin', uh
eatin', been ballin' and you know I'm shittin'
Platinum links, chinky-eyed blonde haired honeys sippin' rainbow colored
Black thugs with minks, ready to jack the brink
Bend little wifee over help her stretch out the kinks
why ya niggas freeze when I step up in the building
The godfather's here giving to his children
shine, the world all mine
Can't these cats is poppin' shit about papers in their rhymes
Or bodies they collect, black gotti shot a
Them gangsta visions have you ass up in an ambulance
ain't live, look up in my eyes
We can do this one more time, let you decide
The alize swigger, I twelve figgas
Think giuliani's rough I got some real shit for
Never been defeated, retreated
Made the choice to be seated until my completed
Get loose, get loose, method man get
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 smoke shop and blow my
Mc's abusing my bitch, my shit
I'm hanging off the roof with one hand, losing my
Now y'all wanna see me do that, now do you?
Go straight cuckoo and rap, do you?
I do my work stressed out and under pressure
Deep inside the mind is you'll find my buried treasure
I'm still wild, still
Still gritty style, foul, crimi-niminal,
Sing a of sixpence
full of chits
Too many rappers be on john dick
Now is something that we don't rehearse
Put that rap shit second, and hip-hop

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