Luyện nghe bài hát Four Seasons

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

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

Now four corners, seasons
Four mc's 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
abusing my bitch, using my shit
I'm hanging off the with one hand, losing my grip
Now y'all don't wanna see me do that, now do
Go straight cuckoo and rap, do you?
I do my best stressed out and under pressure
Deep inside the mind is you'll find my buried treasure
I'm still wild, tical
Still style, foul, crimi-niminal, individual
a song of sixpence
Pocket full of
Too many rappers be on gotti's dick
Now this is that we don't rehearse
Put that rap shit second, and first

Easy, ain't nann niggas spitting me
Nor murderers 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 let me explain
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 to the heart
tonight by the four-four
Niggas want more than a bit, hot shit
L.l. an red
Ja rule hot nix I'm the best at that shit
So explain this
We ride dick so well, game from hell
I love making yell, my name
Rule baby, and shit gon' change, uh, uh