Luyện nghe bài hát Four Seasons

Bitch!
city, yo
Yo, yo funk doc lunatic since young
I ate paint the rare moon
That pair mics, my
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 shooting fair ones with bonds men
I'm constant, on that paper
zip codes from bricks to 8-1-8
Doc serve til you lickin' the
Battle royal, in the ring smoking doc out of oil
Fire to the roof of you apartment
Hit 95 I hide with the waltons
Down south, the forty-four
I'm a dolo nigga, you a nigga
I'm an uptown shopper, you a nigga
Westside highway running, nigga

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

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

Easy, nann niggas spitting like me
Nor murderers inc
Niggas will me, look me in the face, ask me
Are y'all really holdin' or did somebody gas me?
Ja be the myth, hand me the fifth let me explain
Your lil' man made me him a lift
So you ridin' with
I'm up to a whole lot of shit
Murderers is the clique, niggas deal with
Try it (hataz) you gonna get to the heart
Lesson tonight by the
Niggas 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 dick so well, head game from
I love making them yell, my
Rule baby, and ain't shit change, uh, uh