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 battle you and me and meth exchange shifts
For money, to your house anklet
I take it all, if not, here's a
Bricks, be fair ones with bail bonds men
I'm constant, on paper chase
Blow zip from bricks to 8-1-8
Doc serve til you lickin' the
Battle royal, in the ring smoking doc out of oil
Fire thrown to the of you apartment
Hit 95 then I with the waltons
Down south, the forty-four
I'm a dolo nigga, you a polo
I'm an uptown shopper, you a soho
Westside running, homo nigga

I'm the of the ghetto
The aficionado
I empty out like cristal bottles, uh
When I battle, I'm breaking down to gravel
I got the heat right here, we got to travel
I'm than producers, I figured out you losers
I my longevity confuse ya
Big paper game, come on run these flames
the power of the royal king james
Phantom menace, that's why niggas make faces they drinking guinness
When they realize I'm not
I've been paid, I've been platinum, spittin', uh
Been eatin', ballin' and you know I'm shittin'
Platinum links, chinky-eyed blonde honeys sippin' rainbow colored drinks
Black thugs with minks, ready to jack the brink
Bend your little wifee over her stretch out the kinks
That's why ya niggas freeze I step up in the building
The godfather's here giving blessings to his
Carats shine, the world all
Can't believe these cats is shit about papers in their rhymes
Or bodies they collect, black gotti a tech
Them gangsta visions 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 clock figgas
Think giuliani's rough I got real shit for niggas
Never been defeated, niggas
Made the choice to be seated until my mission's
Get loose, get loose, man get loose
What the world gonna do when my get loose?
(blaze one) one (blaze one) blaze one
Blaze, blaze, one

Now four corners, four
Four with four reasons to bring this game to its knees
And why you down there, suck my
My whole motto is it
Hit the shop and blow my budget
abusing my bitch, using my shit
I'm hanging off the roof with one hand, losing my
Now y'all don't see me do that, now do you?
Go straight cuckoo and rap, do you?
I do my best work out and under pressure
Deep inside the mind is where find my buried treasure
I'm wild, still tical
Still gritty style, foul, crimi-niminal,
Sing a song of
Pocket of chits
Too many rappers be on john gotti's
Now this is something we don't rehearse
Put rap shit second, and hip-hop first

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