Luyện nghe bài hát Four Seasons

Bitch!
city, yo
Yo, yo funk doc straight lunatic young
I ate paint chips the rare
pair mics, my maintenance
I battle you and then me and meth exchange
For money, to your house anklet
I take it all, if not, here's a
Bricks, be shooting fair ones with bonds men
I'm constant, on paper chase
Blow zip codes from bricks to
Doc serve til you the plate
Battle royal, in the ring smoking doc out of oil
Fire to the roof of you apartment
Hit 95 then I hide with the
Down south, the feela
I'm a nigga, you a polo nigga
I'm an shopper, you a soho nigga
Westside highway running, nigga

I'm the of the ghetto
The homicidal
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 bigger producers, I figured out you losers
I knew my confuse ya
Big paper game, come on run these flames
Recognize the of the royal king james
Phantom menace, why niggas make faces like 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 haired honeys sippin' rainbow colored
Black thugs with white minks, ready to jack the
Bend your little over help her stretch out the kinks
That's why ya niggas freeze I step up in the building
The godfather's here giving blessings to his
Carats shine, the all mine
Can't believe these is poppin' shit about papers in their rhymes
Or they collect, black gotti shot a tech
Them gangsta visions will have you ass up in an
Cats ain't live, look up in my
We can do this one time, I'll let you decide
The alize swigger, I clock twelve
Think giuliani's rough I got some real shit for
been defeated, niggas retreated
Made the 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) blaze one (blaze one) one
Blaze, blaze, one

Now corners, four seasons
Four mc's four reasons to bring this game to its knees
And why you down there, suck my
My motto is fuck it
Hit the smoke and blow my budget
Mc's abusing my bitch, using my
I'm hanging off the roof with one hand, losing my
Now y'all wanna see me do that, now do you?
Go straight and terrorize 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
Sing a of sixpence
Pocket full of
Too rappers be on john gotti's dick
Now this is something that we rehearse
Put that rap second, and hip-hop first

Easy, ain't niggas spitting like me
Nor motherfuckin' inc
Niggas will 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 fifth let me
Your lil' man made me give him a
So you ridin' gangstas
I'm up to a lot of other shit
Murderers is the clique, niggas can't with
Try it (hataz) you gonna get 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 shit
So bitches this
We dick so well, head game from hell
I love making them yell, my
Rule baby, and ain't gon' change, uh, uh