Luyện nghe bài hát Four Seasons

Bitch!
city, yo
Yo, yo funk doc straight since young
I ate paint the rare moon
That 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 ones with bail bonds men
I'm constant, on that paper
Blow zip from bricks to 8-1-8
Doc til you lickin' the plate
royal, in the ring smoking like doc out of oil
Fire 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 nigga
I'm an shopper, you a soho nigga
Westside running, homo nigga

I'm the sultan of the
The aficionado
I empty niggas out like bottles, uh
I battle, I'm breaking bentleys down to gravel
I got the heat right here, we got to travel
I'm bigger than producers, I figured out you
I my longevity confuse ya
Big paper game, come on run into these
Recognize the of the royal king james
Phantom menace, that's why niggas faces like they drinking guinness
When they realize I'm not
I've been paid, I've been platinum, spittin', uh
Been eatin', been ballin' and you know I'm
Platinum links, blonde haired honeys sippin' rainbow colored drinks
Black thugs with white minks, to jack the brink
Bend your little over 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
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 will have you ass up in an ambulance
Cats ain't live, up in my eyes
We can do one more time, I'll let you decide
The alize swigger, I clock twelve
Think giuliani's I got some real shit for niggas
Never defeated, niggas retreated
Made the choice to be seated my mission's completed
Get loose, get loose, method man get
What the world gonna do my dogs get loose?
(blaze one) one (blaze one) blaze one
Blaze, blaze, one

Now corners, four seasons
Four mc's with reasons to bring this game to its knees
And why you down there, suck my
My whole motto is it
Hit the smoke and blow my budget
Mc's abusing my bitch, using my
I'm hanging off the with one hand, losing my grip
Now don't 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 still wild, still
Still gritty style, foul, crimi-niminal,
Sing a song of
Pocket full of
Too many rappers be on gotti's dick
Now is something that we don't rehearse
Put rap shit second, and hip-hop first

Easy, nann niggas spitting like me
Nor motherfuckin' inc
Niggas pass 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 fifth let me
Your lil' man me give him a lift
So you ridin' with
I'm up to a whole lot of other
is the clique, niggas can't deal with
Try it (hataz) you gonna get to the heart
Lesson by the four-four
Niggas want more a little bit, hot shit
L.l. an red
Ja rule with hot nix I'm the best at that
So bitches this
We ride dick so well, game from hell
I love making yell, my name
Rule baby, and ain't gon' change, uh, uh