Luyện nghe bài hát Four Seasons

Bitch!
city, yo
Yo, yo funk doc straight lunatic young
I ate chips the rare moon
pair mics, my maintenance
I battle you and then me and meth shifts
For money, to your house anklet
I take it all, if not, here's a
Bricks, be shooting ones with bail bonds men
I'm constant, on that chase
zip codes from bricks to 8-1-8
Doc til you lickin' the plate
royal, in the ring smoking like doc out of oil
Fire thrown to the roof of you
Hit 95 I hide with the waltons
south, the forty-four feela
I'm a dolo nigga, you a polo
I'm an uptown shopper, you a nigga
highway running, homo nigga

I'm the of the ghetto
The aficionado
I empty niggas out cristal bottles, uh
When I battle, I'm bentleys down to gravel
I got the heat right here, we got to travel
I'm bigger producers, I figured out you losers
I knew my confuse ya
Big game, come on run into these flames
Recognize the power of the king james
Phantom menace, why niggas make faces like they drinking guinness
When they I'm not finished
I've paid, I've been platinum, been spittin', uh
Been eatin', been ballin' and you I'm shittin'
Platinum links, chinky-eyed blonde haired sippin' rainbow colored drinks
Black thugs with white minks, ready to the brink
Bend little wifee over help her stretch out the kinks
That's why ya niggas freeze when I up in the building
The godfather's giving blessings to his children
shine, the world all mine
Can't believe these cats is poppin' about papers in their rhymes
Or bodies they collect, black shot a tech
gangsta visions will have you ass up in an ambulance
Cats ain't live, look up in my
We can do this one time, I'll let you decide
The alize swigger, I clock figgas
Think giuliani's rough I got some shit for niggas
Never been defeated, retreated
Made the choice to be seated my mission's completed
Get loose, get loose, method man get
What the world do when my dogs get loose?
(blaze one) blaze one (blaze one) one
Blaze, blaze, one

Now four corners, seasons
mc's with four reasons to bring this game to its knees
And why you down there, suck my
My whole is fuck 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 don't wanna see me do that, now do you?
Go cuckoo and terrorize rap, do you?
I do my best stressed out and under pressure
Deep inside the mind is where you'll find my buried
I'm still wild, still
Still gritty style, foul, crimi-niminal,
a song of sixpence
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, ain't nann spitting like me
Nor murderers inc
Niggas will pass me, me in the face, ask me
Are really holdin' weight or did somebody gas me?
Ja be the myth, reggie hand me the let me explain
Your lil' man made me him a lift
So you ridin' gangstas
I'm up to a whole lot of other
Murderers is the clique, niggas can't deal
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 with hot nix I'm the at that shit
So bitches explain
We dick so well, head game from hell
I making them yell, my name
Rule baby, and ain't shit change, uh, uh