Luyện nghe bài hát One Two Three Four

You in the line, what's wrong
Ain't yacht out yet
Ain't you that Willie Benz pusher (?)
Nigga please in the of Beverly you find us Heavenly
Swingin' dick to Pamela Anderson bitches
LOX, when we ball it's paper y'all
Straight movie, flee to see three I'm oozy
Now gentlemen, do we have to get into some gangsta
For me to get paid and I saw y'all get sprayed
It's the (?), as a but on point though
I blast up the Loca for on my coke-ah
LOX, in total control and
And everything you see us sweatin' in our be ours
But you afford it so you player hate, I see the logic
My coke fifteen-hundred keeps army in the closet
As long as L-O-X keep giving you you need
We take it there nigga, as we proceed

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

Fuck the and and the clothes, sex and the bitch
Focus on life and niggas that run
Like a pack of wolves, with we all been frugal
This chance is second round I aint in no bull
Fucking with the guiani's and the
When the money's making me hot, I where it's cool
Our pigment is for figment
You never see my rolls (?) moving through the pyramid
This is for the that's like "Who's the Lox?"
Better flow up to nigga, choose a block
Got Arabics, Ricos, Jews and
Drinking booze up the (?) tryin' to the cops
shit, where you at, but where "you" at?
I got my felony, holding a gat
And I've been robbed by cats, my sacks
Styles P-A-N-I-R-O, B-M-Doub, see that thug, get doe
We ain't positive, but we ain't
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, you caged in
And you hit a feel, you keep the rage in
'cause you made a mil' so we keep it blazin'
And the fagots on the hill, fucking niggas
But they keep on the pill, a dog where you at
'cause the honey is tight ill, everything is