Luyện nghe bài hát Four Seasons

Bitch!
city, yo
Yo, yo funk doc straight lunatic young
I ate paint chips the moon
pair mics, my maintenance
I you and then me and meth exchange shifts
For money, to your house arrest
I take it all, if not, a thousand
Bricks, be shooting fair ones bail bonds men
I'm constant, on that paper
Blow zip codes from to 8-1-8
Doc til you lickin' the plate
Battle royal, in the ring like doc out of oil
Fire thrown to the of you apartment
Hit 95 then I with the waltons
south, the forty-four feela
I'm a dolo nigga, you a nigga
I'm an uptown shopper, you a nigga
Westside highway running, nigga

I'm the sultan of the
The aficionado
I empty out like cristal bottles, uh
When I battle, I'm breaking bentleys down to
I got the heat right here, we ain't got to
I'm than producers, I figured out you losers
I knew my longevity ya
Big paper game, come on run these flames
the power of the royal king james
Phantom menace, that's why niggas make faces they drinking guinness
When realize I'm not finished
I've been paid, I've 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 with white minks, ready to jack the
Bend your little wifee over help her out the kinks
That's why ya niggas when I step up in the building
The here giving blessings to his children
shine, the world all mine
Can't believe these cats is poppin' shit about in their rhymes
Or bodies they collect, black shot a tech
gangsta visions will have you ass up in an ambulance
Cats live, look up in my eyes
We can do one more time, I'll let you decide
The alize swigger, I clock twelve
Think giuliani's rough I got some shit for niggas
Never been defeated, retreated
the choice to be seated until my mission's completed
Get loose, get loose, method man get
What the world gonna do when my dogs get
(blaze one) one (blaze one) blaze one
Blaze, blaze, one

Now four corners, seasons
Four mc's with four reasons to this game to its knees
And why you there, suck my dick
My motto is fuck it
Hit the shop and blow my budget
abusing my bitch, using my shit
I'm hanging off the roof with one hand, losing my
Now y'all don't wanna see me do that, now do
Go straight cuckoo and rap, do you?
I do my best work out and under pressure
Deep inside the mind is where you'll 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 this is something we don't rehearse
Put rap shit second, and hip-hop first

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