Luyện nghe bài hát Four Seasons

Bitch!
city, yo
Yo, yo doc straight lunatic since young
I ate paint chips the rare
That pair mics, my
I battle you and me and meth exchange shifts
For money, to your house arrest
I it all, if not, here's a thousand
Bricks, be shooting fair ones with bonds men
I'm constant, on that paper
Blow zip codes from 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 feela
I'm a dolo nigga, you a polo
I'm an uptown shopper, you a soho
highway 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 right here, we ain't got to travel
I'm bigger producers, I figured out you losers
I knew my longevity ya
Big paper game, come on run into these
the power of the royal king james
Phantom menace, that's why niggas faces like they drinking guinness
they realize I'm not finished
I've been paid, been platinum, been spittin', uh
Been eatin', been ballin' and you know I'm
Platinum links, chinky-eyed blonde haired sippin' rainbow colored drinks
thugs with white minks, ready to jack the brink
Bend your little wifee over help her stretch out the
why ya niggas freeze when I step up in the building
The godfather's here giving blessings to his
shine, the world all mine
Can't believe these is poppin' shit about papers in their rhymes
Or they collect, black gotti shot a tech
gangsta visions will have you ass up in an ambulance
Cats ain't live, up in my eyes
We can do this one more time, I'll let you
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, method man get
What the world gonna do my dogs get loose?
(blaze one) one (blaze one) blaze one
Blaze, blaze, one

Now four corners, seasons
Four mc's with four to bring this game to its knees
And why you down there, suck my
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 with one hand, my grip
Now y'all wanna see me do that, now do you?
Go straight cuckoo and rap, do you?
I do my best work stressed out and under
Deep inside the mind is you'll find my buried treasure
I'm wild, still tical
Still gritty style, foul, crimi-niminal,
Sing a of sixpence
Pocket full of
Too rappers be on john gotti's dick
Now is something that we don't rehearse
Put that rap shit second, and hip-hop

Easy, ain't nann spitting like me
Nor murderers inc
will pass me, look me in the face, ask me
Are really holdin' weight or did somebody gas me?
Ja be the myth, reggie hand me the fifth let me
Your lil' man me give him a lift
So you ridin' gangstas
I'm up to a whole lot of other
Murderers is the clique, niggas deal with
Try it (hataz) you gonna get to the heart
Lesson tonight by the
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 from
I love them yell, my name
Rule baby, and shit gon' change, uh, uh