Luyện nghe bài hát Four Seasons

Bitch!
city, yo
Yo, yo doc straight lunatic since young
I ate paint chips the moon
That pair mics, my
I battle you and then me and meth shifts
For money, to your house anklet
I it all, if not, here's a thousand
Bricks, be shooting fair with bail bonds men
I'm constant, on that chase
Blow zip from bricks to 8-1-8
Doc serve til you the plate
Battle royal, in the ring smoking doc out of oil
thrown to the roof of you apartment
Hit 95 then I hide with the
south, the forty-four feela
I'm a nigga, you a polo nigga
I'm an shopper, you a soho nigga
Westside running, homo 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 got to travel
I'm bigger producers, I figured out you losers
I knew my longevity ya
Big game, come on run into these flames
Recognize the of the royal king james
Phantom menace, that's why niggas make faces they drinking guinness
they realize I'm not finished
I've been paid, 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 help her stretch out the kinks
That's why ya niggas freeze when I step up in the
The godfather's here giving blessings to his
shine, the world all mine
Can't believe these cats is poppin' shit papers in their rhymes
Or bodies they collect, black gotti shot a
Them visions will have 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 clock twelve
Think giuliani's rough I got real shit for niggas
Never been defeated, retreated
Made the choice to be seated until my completed
Get loose, get loose, man get loose
the world gonna do when my dogs get loose?
(blaze one) one (blaze one) blaze one
Blaze, blaze, one

Now four corners, seasons
mc's with four reasons to bring this game to its knees
And why you there, suck my dick
My whole motto is it
Hit the smoke shop and blow my
Mc's 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 work stressed out and under pressure
Deep inside the mind is where you'll my buried treasure
I'm wild, still tical
Still style, foul, crimi-niminal, individual
a song of sixpence
Pocket of chits
Too many rappers be on gotti's dick
Now this is something that we rehearse
Put that rap shit second, and hip-hop

Easy, ain't nann niggas spitting 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 hand me the let me explain
lil' man made me give him a lift
So you with gangstas
I'm up to a whole lot of other
Murderers is the clique, niggas deal with
Try it (hataz) you gonna get yours to the
Lesson tonight by the
Niggas more than a little bit, hot shit
L.l. an red
Ja with hot nix I'm the best at that shit
So explain this
We ride dick so well, head from hell
I love making yell, my name
Rule baby, and ain't gon' change, uh, uh