Luyện nghe bài hát One Two Three Four

You in the line, what's wrong
your yacht out yet
Ain't you Willie Benz pusher slash (?)
Nigga please in the Hills of Beverly you us Heavenly
dick to Pamela Anderson bitches daily
LOX, when we ball paper view y'all
movie, flee to see three while I'm oozy
Now gentlemen, do we to get into some gangsta shit
For me to get paid and I saw y'all just get
the (?), as a nail but on point though
I blast up the for scheming on my coke-ah
LOX, in control and power
And everything you see us sweatin' in our videos be
But you can't afford it so you hate, I see the logic
My coke fifteen-hundred keeps your army in the
As as L-O-X keep giving you what you need
We gonna it there nigga, as we proceed

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Yo, you already know what I'm for
Therefor be the niggas that I care for
Holdin' down this foundation, Jason
Balled head face and I stay laced and
you pay good you play good
I'ma get this money while these fake stay low
And why wouldn't I be Franks
Fifteen in the clip while you shanks
(?) swingers, hair (?), fed bidders, niggas
The little kids dig us
Next time be who you bring drama to
Speaker phone in the Suburban (?)
Pad lock, to the top and everything
We ain't gonna
We just going to squeeze your glock
Dinero, Louch, to the coup with
No trouble all my bubble like goose
Or geese, nauticale it aint nothin'
But now I can twenty-five on the piece
Butt in axe duels whoever
Who you kidding, to back
Like cream on the other side of
Shock for the cats who can't freak it
I keep it dusted thats why they always try to it
But peep it, weed shit you can keep it
We trying to sell all the real we can eat with

Fuck the and and the clothes, sex and the bitch
Focus on and niggas that run thick
Like a pack of wolves, with we all been frugal
chance is second round I aint jumpin' in no bull
Fucking the guiani's and the moles
the money's making me hot, I move where it's cool
Our pigment is for figment
You never see my rolls (?) moving through the triangle
This is for the cats like "Who's the Lox?"
Better flow up to Yonkers nigga, a block
Got Arabics, Ricos, and Wops
booze up the (?) tryin' to lose the cops
Same shit, where you at, but "you" at?
I got my felony, holding a gat
And I've been robbed by cats, slingin' my
Styles P-A-N-I-R-O, B-M-Doub, see that thug, get doe
We ain't positive, but we negative
The cops got guns, and they like us where we live
Take notes, I'm smokin' a roach, holding my
Givin' my quotes, to the shorties livin' dope
You think it ain't real, until you in
And you hit a feel, you keep the rage in
'cause you never made a so we keep it blazin'
And the fagots on the hill, fucking girls
But they keep them on the pill, a dog you at
'cause the honey is tight ill, everything is