Luyện nghe bài hát One Two Three Four

You in the circle line, what's
Ain't your out yet
Ain't you that Willie Benz pusher (?)
Nigga in the Hills of Beverly you find us Heavenly
Swingin' dick to Anderson bitches daily
LOX, when we ball it's paper view
Straight movie, flee to see while I'm oozy
Now gentlemen, do we have to get some gangsta shit
For me to get and I saw y'all just get sprayed
It's the (?), as a nail but on point
I blast up the Loca for scheming on my
LOX, in total and power
And you see us sweatin' in our videos be ours
But you can't afford it so you player hate, I see the
My coke fifteen-hundred keeps army in the closet
As long as keep giving you what you need
We gonna it there nigga, as we proceed

One Two Three
Two Four
Three

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

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