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 arrest anklet
I take it all, if not, a thousand
Bricks, be shooting fair ones with bonds men
I'm constant, on paper chase
Blow zip codes bricks to 8-1-8
Doc serve til you the plate
Battle royal, in the ring like doc out of oil
Fire thrown to the roof of you
Hit 95 then I hide with the
Down south, the feela
I'm a dolo nigga, you a nigga
I'm an uptown shopper, you a soho
Westside running, homo nigga

I'm the sultan of the
The homicidal
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 than producers, I figured out you losers
I my longevity confuse ya
Big paper game, on run into these flames
Recognize the power of the royal james
menace, that's why niggas make faces like they drinking guinness
When realize I'm not finished
been paid, I've been platinum, been spittin', uh
Been eatin', been and you know I'm shittin'
Platinum links, chinky-eyed blonde haired honeys sippin' colored drinks
thugs with white minks, ready to jack the brink
Bend your little wifee over help her out the kinks
why ya niggas freeze when I step up in the building
The godfather's here giving blessings to his
Carats shine, the all mine
Can't these cats is poppin' shit about papers in their rhymes
Or bodies they collect, black gotti a tech
Them visions will have you ass up in an ambulance
Cats ain't live, look up in my
We can do one more time, I'll let you decide
The swigger, I clock twelve figgas
Think giuliani's rough I got some shit for niggas
been defeated, niggas retreated
Made the choice to be seated until my mission's
Get loose, get loose, man get loose
What the world do when my dogs get loose?
(blaze one) blaze one (blaze one) one
Blaze, blaze, one

Now four corners, seasons
Four mc's with four reasons to bring this game to its
And why you down there, suck my
My motto is fuck it
Hit the smoke shop and my budget
Mc's my bitch, using my shit
I'm off the roof with one hand, losing my grip
Now y'all don't wanna see me do that, now do
Go straight cuckoo and rap, do you?
I do my work stressed out and under pressure
Deep inside the is where you'll find my buried treasure
I'm still wild, tical
gritty style, foul, crimi-niminal, individual
Sing a song of
full of chits
Too many rappers be on gotti's dick
Now is something that we don't rehearse
Put that rap shit second, and first

Easy, ain't nann niggas like me
Nor murderers inc
Niggas will me, look me in the face, ask me
Are y'all really holdin' weight or did gas me?
Ja be the myth, reggie hand me the let me explain
Your lil' man made me give him a
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 get yours to the heart
Lesson tonight by the
Niggas want more than a little bit, hot
L.l. an red
Ja rule with hot nix I'm the best at shit
So bitches this
We ride dick so well, game from hell
I love them yell, my name
Rule baby, and ain't gon' change, uh, uh