Luyện nghe bài hát One Two Three Four

You in the line, what's wrong
Ain't your out yet
Ain't you Willie Benz pusher slash (?)
please in the Hills of Beverly you find us Heavenly
Swingin' to Pamela Anderson bitches daily
LOX, when we ball it's view y'all
Straight movie, flee to see three I'm oozy
Now gentlemen, do we to get into some gangsta shit
For me to get paid and I saw just get sprayed
the (?), as a nail but on point though
I blast up the Loca for on my coke-ah
LOX, in control and power
And you see us sweatin' in our videos be ours
But you can't it so you player hate, I see the logic
My coke fifteen-hundred keeps your in the closet
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 what I'm for
Therefor be the niggas that I care for
Holdin' down this foundation, Mister
head baby face and I stay laced and
When you pay good you good
I'ma get this money while fake thugs stay low
And why wouldn't I be stackin'
Fifteen in the while you packin' shanks
(?) swingers, hair (?), fed bidders, niggas
The little kids dig us
Next time be careful who you drama to
phone in the Suburban with (?)
Pad lock, to the top and everything
We ain't stop
We just going to squeeze your glock
Dinero, Louch, bounce to the coup
No trouble all my niggas like goose
Or geese, nauticale fleece it aint
But now I can twenty-five on the piece
in axe duels with whoever
Who you kidding, to back
cream 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, weed shit you can keep it
We trying to sell all the units we can eat with

Fuck the cars and and the clothes, sex and the
Focus on life and that run thick
Like a pack of wolves, with we all been frugal
chance is second round I aint jumpin' in no bull
Fucking with the and the moles
When the money's making me hot, I where it's cool
Our pigment is for figment
You never see my (?) moving through the triangle pyramid
This is for the that's like "Who's the Lox?"
flow up to Yonkers nigga, choose a block
Got Arabics, Ricos, and Wops
booze up the (?) tryin' to lose the cops
Same shit, you at, but where "you" at?
I got my felony, holding a gat
And been robbed by cats, slingin' 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 dont like us we live
notes, I'm smokin' a roach, holding my toast
Givin' my quotes, to the shorties livin' dope
You it ain't real, until you caged in
And you can't hit a feel, you keep the in
'cause you never made a so we keep it blazin'
And the fagots on the hill, fucking niggas
But keep them on the pill, a dog where you at
'cause the is tight ill, everything is real