Luyện nghe bài hát Four Seasons

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

I'm the sultan of the
The aficionado
I niggas out like cristal bottles, uh
When I battle, I'm breaking 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 game, come on run into these flames
the power of the royal king james
Phantom menace, that's why make faces like they drinking guinness
When they realize I'm not
I've paid, I've been platinum, been spittin', uh
eatin', been ballin' and you know I'm shittin'
Platinum links, chinky-eyed blonde honeys sippin' rainbow colored drinks
Black thugs white minks, ready to jack the brink
Bend your little wifee over her stretch out the kinks
That's why ya niggas freeze I step up in the building
The godfather's here giving to his children
shine, the world all mine
Can't believe cats is poppin' shit about papers in their rhymes
Or bodies they collect, black gotti shot a
Them gangsta visions will have you ass up in an
Cats ain't live, up in my eyes
We can do one more time, I'll let you decide
The alize swigger, I clock figgas
Think giuliani's rough I got some real for niggas
Never defeated, niggas retreated
Made the choice to be seated until my completed
Get loose, get loose, method man get
the world 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 reasons to bring this game to its knees
And why you down there, suck my
My whole is fuck it
Hit the shop and blow my budget
Mc's abusing my bitch, using my
I'm hanging off the roof with one hand, my grip
Now don't wanna see me do that, now do you?
Go straight cuckoo and terrorize rap, do
I do my best stressed out and under pressure
Deep inside the is where 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 rappers be on john gotti's dick
Now is something that we don't rehearse
Put that rap second, and hip-hop first

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