Luyện nghe bài hát Four Seasons

Bitch!
city, yo
Yo, yo funk doc straight lunatic young
I ate chips the rare moon
That pair mics, my
I battle you and then me and meth exchange
For money, to your arrest anklet
I it all, if not, here's a thousand
Bricks, be shooting ones with bail bonds men
I'm constant, on that paper
Blow zip from bricks to 8-1-8
Doc til you lickin' the plate
Battle royal, in the ring like doc out of oil
Fire to the roof of you apartment
Hit 95 I hide with the waltons
Down south, the feela
I'm a dolo nigga, you a polo
I'm an uptown shopper, you a soho
highway running, homo nigga

I'm the sultan of the
The homicidal
I empty out like cristal bottles, uh
When I battle, I'm breaking bentleys down to
I got the heat here, we ain't got to travel
I'm bigger than producers, I figured out you
I my longevity confuse ya
Big paper game, come on run into these
Recognize the power of the royal james
Phantom menace, that's why niggas faces like they drinking guinness
When they realize I'm not
I've paid, I've been platinum, been spittin', uh
Been eatin', been and you know I'm shittin'
Platinum links, chinky-eyed blonde haired honeys sippin' rainbow drinks
Black thugs white minks, ready to jack the brink
Bend your little wifee over 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 cats is poppin' shit papers in their rhymes
Or bodies they collect, black gotti shot a
gangsta visions will have you ass up in an ambulance
Cats ain't live, up in my eyes
We can do this one more time, let you decide
The alize swigger, I twelve figgas
Think rough I got some real shit for niggas
Never been defeated, niggas
Made the choice to be seated my mission's completed
Get loose, get loose, man get loose
What the world gonna do when my get loose?
(blaze one) blaze one (blaze one) one
Blaze, blaze, one

Now corners, four seasons
Four mc's with four reasons to bring this game to its
And why you down there, suck my
My motto is fuck it
Hit the smoke shop and blow my
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 and terrorize rap, do you?
I do my best work stressed out and pressure
Deep inside the mind is where find my buried treasure
I'm wild, still tical
gritty style, foul, crimi-niminal, individual
Sing a of sixpence
Pocket of chits
Too many rappers be on john dick
Now this is something that we don't
Put that rap shit second, and hip-hop

Easy, ain't nann spitting like me
Nor motherfuckin' inc
Niggas pass 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
Your lil' man made me him a lift
So you with gangstas
I'm up to a whole lot of other
is the clique, niggas can't deal with
Try it (hataz) you get yours to the heart
tonight by the four-four
Niggas want more than a little bit, hot
L.l. an red
Ja rule hot nix I'm the best at that shit
So bitches explain
We ride dick so well, head game from
I love making yell, my name
baby, and ain't shit gon' change, uh, uh