Luyện nghe bài hát 1, 2, 3, 4

Verse Sheek Luchion

You on the line, what's wrong? Ain't your yacht out yet
you that Willie, Benz pushing, slash Melrose cat
Nigga please, in the Hills of Beverly, you it's heavenly
dick to Pamela Anderson bitches daily
L.O.X., when we
it's Pay-Per-View
movie
flee in the Z3 while
Now gentlemen, do we have to get into gangsta shit
for me to get on my song, y'all just get sprayed
Esta mointo; as a but on point though
I'll blast up the
for skimming on my
L.O.X., in control and power
and everything you see us with in videos be
You can't afford it, so you playa hate I see your
my coat is $1500 keep your army in the
As long as L-O-X giving you what you need
we gonna take it there nigga AS WE

(Ma$e): 1, 2, 3, 4 (4X)

Verse Two:

Yo, you know what I'm here for
therefore, be the niggaz that I care for
Holding down this foundation, Mr.
bald head, faced and I stay laced and
When you pay good, you good, stay good
I'ma get this money while you fake thugs stay
Why I be stacking franks
15 in clip you packing shanks
Iron swinger, hair triggers, Fed
real niggaz, the kids still dig us
Next time be who you bring drama to
phone in the Suburban with 6 monitors
Pad lock everything to the top
we gonna stop, we just gonna squeeze 'til you drop
Paniro, Luch, in the coupe
with no trouble all my bubble like goose
Or geese, Nautica fleece it ain't
but now I can 25 on the piece
Butta Nats do it with whoever, who you
back to back green on the other side of Clinton
Shock treatments for them who can't freak it
we keep 'em dusted, that's why they try to leak it
But it, that weed shit, you can keep it
we trying to sell all the units we can eat with

Verse Three: Paniro

Fuck the cars and the clothes, sex and the
that got life and niggaz that run thick
Like a pack of with tools we all improve
chance I can drown I ain't in the pool
I ain't a fool, you fucking with the Guineas and the
when the money's making me hot, I where it's cool
My pigment is a figment
you never see my ghost, move through the L-O-X pyramid
This is for them that's like "who's the L.O.X."
better float up to Yonkers nigga choose a
Got Arabics, Ricans, and Wops
drinking 'bout to drop, trying to lose the cops
Same shit, you at say where you at
I got my felony, holding my gat
And I been cats, slinging my sacks
P-A-N-I-R-O
BM Doub., see that thug, get dough
We ain't positive, but we ain't
the cops got and they don't like us where we live
notes, I'm smoking a roach, holding my toast
giving my quotes, to the shorties living with
You think it ain't real, until you're in and you can't get a feel
we keep the rage in 'cause we never a mil.
So we all the faggots on the hill
fuckin' niggaz girls but keep 'em on the pill
But dog wear your hat 'cause the type ill
is real