Luyện nghe bài hát Four Seasons

Bitch!
city, yo
Yo, yo funk doc straight since young
I ate paint the rare moon
pair mics, my maintenance
I you and then me and meth exchange shifts
For money, to your house anklet
I it all, if not, here's a thousand
Bricks, be shooting fair ones bail bonds men
I'm constant, on that chase
Blow zip codes from bricks to
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
Down south, the forty-four
I'm a dolo nigga, you a polo
I'm an uptown shopper, you a nigga
Westside running, homo nigga

I'm the sultan of the
The homicidal
I empty out like cristal bottles, uh
When I battle, I'm breaking down to gravel
I got the heat right here, we got to travel
I'm than producers, I figured out you losers
I knew my longevity ya
Big paper game, on run into these flames
the power of the royal king james
Phantom menace, that's why niggas make faces like they guinness
they 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 haired honeys sippin' rainbow colored drinks
Black thugs with white minks, ready to the brink
Bend your little wifee over help her out the kinks
That's why ya niggas freeze I step up in the building
The here giving blessings to his children
Carats shine, the all mine
Can't believe these cats is poppin' shit about papers in their
Or bodies they collect, black gotti shot a
Them gangsta visions will have you ass up in an
ain't live, look up in my eyes
We can do this one time, I'll let you decide
The alize swigger, I clock figgas
Think rough I got some real shit for niggas
Never been defeated, retreated
Made the choice to be until my mission's completed
Get loose, get loose, man get loose
What the world do when my dogs get loose?
(blaze one) one (blaze one) blaze one
Blaze, blaze, one

Now four corners, seasons
Four mc's with four reasons to bring game to its knees
And why you there, suck my dick
My whole is fuck it
Hit the shop and blow my budget
Mc's my bitch, using my shit
I'm hanging off the with one hand, losing my grip
Now y'all wanna see me do that, now do you?
Go straight and terrorize rap, do you?
I do my best stressed out and under pressure
Deep the mind is where you'll find my buried treasure
I'm wild, still tical
Still gritty style, foul, crimi-niminal,
a song of sixpence
Pocket full of
Too many rappers be on gotti's dick
Now this is something that we rehearse
Put that rap shit second, and first

Easy, ain't nann spitting like me
Nor motherfuckin' 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 man made me give him a lift
So you ridin' gangstas
I'm up to a whole lot of shit
Murderers is the clique, niggas can't with
Try it (hataz) you get yours to the heart
tonight by the four-four
Niggas want more than a little bit, hot
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 love them yell, my name
Rule baby, and shit gon' change, uh, uh