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 slash (?)
Nigga please in the of Beverly you find us Heavenly
Swingin' dick to Pamela bitches daily
LOX, when we ball it's view y'all
Straight movie, flee to see while I'm oozy
Now gentlemen, do we have to get into some gangsta
For me to get paid and I saw just get sprayed
It's the (?), as a but on point though
I blast up the for scheming on my coke-ah
LOX, in total and power
And everything you see us sweatin' in our be ours
But you can't afford it so you player hate, I see the
My coke fifteen-hundred keeps your army in the
As long as L-O-X keep giving you you need
We gonna it there nigga, as we proceed

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Yo, you already know I'm here for
L-O-X be the niggas that I care for
Holdin' down this foundation, Mister
Balled head baby face and I laced and
When you pay good you play
I'ma get this money these fake thugs stay low
And why I be stackin' Franks
Fifteen in the clip while you packin'
(?) swingers, hair (?), fed bidders, real
The little kids dig us
Next time be who you bring drama to
phone in the Suburban with (?)
Pad lock, to the top and everything
We gonna stop
We going to squeeze through your glock
Dinero, Louch, bounce to the with
No trouble all my niggas bubble like
Or geese, nauticale it aint nothin'
But now I can drop on the piece
Butt in axe duels whoever
Who you kidding, to back
Like on the other side of Clinton
Shock treatment for the cats who 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 real we can eat with

Fuck the cars and and the clothes, sex and the
Focus on life and niggas run thick
a pack of wolves, with tools we all been frugal
This chance is second I aint jumpin' in no bull
Fucking the guiani's and the moles
When the money's me hot, I move where it's cool
Our is just for figment
You see my rolls (?) moving through the triangle pyramid
This is for the cats like "Who's the Lox?"
Better up to Yonkers nigga, choose a block
Got Arabics, Ricos, Jews and
Drinking booze up the (?) tryin' to the cops
Same shit, where you at, but "you" at?
I got my first felony, a gat
And I've been by cats, slingin' my sacks
Styles P-A-N-I-R-O, B-M-Doub, see that thug, get doe
We positive, but we ain't negative
The cops got guns, and they dont like us where we
Take notes, I'm a roach, holding my toast
Givin' my quotes, to the shorties with dope
You it ain't real, until you caged in
And you can't hit a feel, you the rage in
'cause you never 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
the honey is tight ill, everything is real