Luyện nghe bài hát Four Seasons

Bitch!
city, yo
Yo, yo funk doc lunatic since young
I ate paint chips the rare
That pair mics, my
I battle you and then me and meth shifts
For money, to house arrest anklet
I take it all, if not, a thousand
Bricks, be shooting ones with bail 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
thrown to the roof of you apartment
Hit 95 I hide with the waltons
Down south, the forty-four
I'm a dolo nigga, you a nigga
I'm an uptown shopper, you a nigga
Westside highway running, homo

I'm the of the ghetto
The homicidal
I empty niggas out cristal bottles, uh
When I battle, I'm bentleys down to gravel
I got the heat here, we ain't got to travel
I'm bigger than producers, I figured out you
I knew my longevity ya
Big paper game, on run into these flames
Recognize the of the royal king james
Phantom menace, that's why niggas make like they drinking guinness
When realize I'm not finished
I've been paid, been platinum, been spittin', uh
Been eatin', been ballin' and you I'm shittin'
Platinum links, chinky-eyed haired honeys sippin' rainbow colored drinks
Black thugs with white minks, to jack the brink
Bend your little wifee over 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
shine, the world all mine
Can't these cats is poppin' shit about papers in their rhymes
Or bodies they collect, black gotti 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
Made the choice to be seated my mission's completed
Get loose, get loose, method man get
the world gonna do when my dogs get loose?
(blaze one) blaze one (blaze one) one
Blaze, blaze, one

Now four corners, four
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 shop and blow my budget
Mc's abusing my bitch, my shit
I'm off the roof with one hand, losing my grip
Now y'all wanna see me do that, now do you?
Go cuckoo and terrorize rap, do you?
I do my best work stressed out and under
Deep inside the is where you'll find my buried treasure
I'm still wild, still
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 don't
Put that rap shit second, and first

Easy, ain't nann niggas spitting me
Nor motherfuckin' inc
Niggas pass 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
lil' man made 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
tonight by the four-four
Niggas want more than a bit, hot shit
L.l. an red
Ja rule hot nix I'm the best at that shit
So bitches this
We ride dick so well, head game hell
I love making them yell, my
Rule baby, and ain't shit change, uh, uh