Luyện nghe bài hát Four Seasons

Bitch!
city, yo
Yo, yo doc straight lunatic since young
I ate chips the rare moon
That mics, my maintenance
I battle you and then me and exchange shifts
For money, to your house arrest
I it all, if not, here's a thousand
Bricks, be fair ones with bail bonds men
I'm constant, on paper chase
Blow zip codes bricks to 8-1-8
Doc til you lickin' the plate
Battle royal, in the smoking like doc out of oil
thrown to the roof of you apartment
Hit 95 then I hide the waltons
Down south, the forty-four
I'm a nigga, you a polo nigga
I'm an shopper, you a soho nigga
Westside highway running, homo

I'm the of the ghetto
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 out you losers
I my longevity confuse ya
Big game, come on run into these flames
Recognize the power of the royal king
Phantom menace, that's why niggas make like they drinking guinness
they realize I'm not finished
I've paid, I've been platinum, been spittin', uh
Been eatin', been ballin' and you know I'm
Platinum links, chinky-eyed haired honeys sippin' rainbow colored drinks
thugs with white minks, ready to jack the brink
Bend your wifee over help her stretch out the kinks
That's why ya freeze when I step up in the building
The godfather's here giving to his children
Carats shine, the world all
believe these cats is poppin' shit about papers in their rhymes
Or bodies they collect, gotti shot a tech
Them gangsta will have you ass up in an ambulance
Cats live, look up in my eyes
We can do this one time, I'll let you decide
The alize swigger, I twelve figgas
Think giuliani's rough I got real shit for niggas
Never been defeated, niggas
the choice to be seated until my mission's completed
Get loose, get loose, man get loose
What the world gonna do when my get loose?
(blaze one) blaze one (blaze one) one
Blaze, blaze, one

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

Easy, ain't nann niggas spitting me
Nor murderers inc
Niggas will me, look me in the face, ask me
Are really holdin' weight or did somebody gas me?
Ja be the myth, reggie me the fifth let me explain
Your lil' man me give him a lift
So you ridin' with
I'm up to a lot of other shit
Murderers is the clique, niggas deal with
Try it (hataz) you gonna get yours to the
Lesson tonight by the
Niggas want more than a bit, hot shit
L.l. an red
Ja rule with hot nix I'm the best at shit
So explain this
We dick so well, head game from hell
I love making them yell, my
baby, and ain't shit gon' change, uh, uh