Luyện nghe bài hát Four Seasons

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

I'm the of the ghetto
The homicidal
I empty out like cristal bottles, uh
When I battle, I'm bentleys down to gravel
I got the heat right here, we ain't got to
I'm than producers, I figured out you losers
I knew my longevity ya
Big paper game, come on run into these
Recognize the power of the king james
Phantom menace, that's why make faces like they drinking guinness
When they realize I'm not
I've paid, I've 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, to jack the brink
Bend your wifee over help her stretch out the kinks
That's why ya niggas when I step up in the building
The godfather's giving blessings to his children
Carats shine, the world all
Can't believe these cats is poppin' shit papers in their rhymes
Or bodies they collect, black gotti a tech
gangsta visions will have you ass up in an ambulance
Cats live, look up in my eyes
We can do this one more time, let you decide
The alize swigger, I twelve figgas
Think giuliani's I got some real shit for niggas
been defeated, niggas retreated
Made the choice to be seated until my completed
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 corners, four seasons
Four mc's with four 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 abusing my bitch, my shit
I'm hanging off the roof with one hand, losing my
Now y'all wanna see me do that, now do you?
Go straight cuckoo and terrorize rap, do
I do my best stressed out and under pressure
Deep the mind is where you'll find my buried treasure
I'm still wild, tical
Still style, foul, crimi-niminal, individual
Sing a of sixpence
full of chits
Too many rappers be on john gotti's
Now this is something that we don't
Put that rap second, and hip-hop first

Easy, ain't nann spitting like me
Nor motherfuckin' inc
Niggas will pass me, me in the face, ask me
Are y'all holdin' weight or did somebody gas me?
Ja be the myth, hand me the fifth let me explain
Your lil' man made me him a lift
So you ridin' with
I'm up to a lot of other shit
Murderers is the clique, niggas can't with
Try it (hataz) you get yours to the heart
Lesson by the four-four
Niggas want more than a 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 game hell
I love making yell, my name
Rule baby, and ain't gon' change, uh, uh