Luyện nghe bài hát Four Seasons

Bitch!
city, yo
Yo, yo doc straight lunatic since young
I ate paint chips the rare
That mics, my maintenance
I battle you and then me and meth exchange
For money, to your arrest anklet
I take it all, if not, here's a
Bricks, be shooting ones with bail bonds men
I'm constant, on that paper
Blow zip codes from bricks to
Doc serve til you the plate
Battle royal, in the ring smoking doc out of oil
Fire thrown to the of you apartment
Hit 95 then I hide with the
Down south, the feela
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 cristal bottles, uh
When I battle, I'm breaking bentleys down to
I got the right here, we ain't got to travel
I'm bigger producers, I figured out you losers
I my longevity confuse ya
Big paper game, come on run into these
Recognize the power of the king james
Phantom menace, why niggas make faces like they drinking guinness
When they I'm not finished
been paid, I've been platinum, been spittin', uh
Been eatin', been and you know I'm shittin'
Platinum links, chinky-eyed blonde haired sippin' rainbow colored drinks
Black with white minks, ready to jack the brink
Bend little wifee over help her stretch out the kinks
That's why ya niggas freeze I step up in the building
The here giving blessings to his children
Carats shine, the world all
Can't believe these cats is poppin' shit papers in their rhymes
Or bodies they collect, black shot a tech
Them gangsta visions will you ass up in an ambulance
ain't live, look up in my eyes
We can do this one more time, I'll let you
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 four corners, four
Four mc's with four reasons to bring this game to its
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 with one hand, my grip
Now y'all wanna 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 you'll find my buried
I'm still wild, still
Still gritty style, foul, crimi-niminal,
Sing a song of
Pocket of chits
Too many rappers be on john gotti's
Now this is something that we rehearse
Put that rap shit second, and hip-hop

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