Luyện nghe bài hát 1, 2, 3, 4

Verse Sheek Luchion

You on the circle line, what's wrong? Ain't yacht out yet
ain't you Willie, Benz pushing, slash Melrose cat
Nigga please, in the Hills of Beverly, you it's heavenly
slingin' dick to Pamela bitches daily
L.O.X., we ball
it's y'all
movie
flee in the Z3 woozy
Now gentlemen, do we to get into some gangsta shit
for me to get on my song, y'all just get sprayed
Esta mointo; as a nail but on though
I'll blast up the
for on my coca
L.O.X., in total control and
and everything you see us in videos be ours
You can't it, so you playa hate I see your logic
my coat is keep your army in the closet
As long as L-O-X keeps you what you need
we gonna take it there AS WE PROCEED

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

Verse Two:

Yo, you already know what I'm for
therefore, L-O-X be the niggaz that I for
down this foundation, Mr. Jason
bald head, baby faced and I stay and
When you pay good, you play good, good
I'ma get this money while you fake thugs stay
Why I be stacking franks
15 in clip while you shanks
Iron swinger, hair triggers, Fed
niggaz, the lil' kids still dig us
Next time be careful who you drama to
speaker 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 all my niggaz bubble like goose
Or geese, fleece it ain't nothing
but now I can drop 25 on the
Butta Nats do it whoever, who you kidding?
back to back like green on the other of Clinton
Shock for them cats who can't freak it
we 'em dusted, that's why they always try to leak it
But peep it, weed shit, you can keep it
we trying to sell all the real we can eat with

Three: Styles Paniro

Fuck the and the clothes, sex and the bitch
homies got life and niggaz that run thick
Like a pack of wolves with tools we all
chance I can drown I jumping in the pool
I a fool, you fucking with the Guineas and the Mouls
when the money's making me hot, I where it's cool
My pigment is just a
you never see my ghost, through the L-O-X triangle pyramid
This is for them cats that's "who's the L.O.X."
better float up to Yonkers nigga choose a
Got Arabics, Ricans, and Wops
drinking booze 'bout to drop, trying to the cops
Same shit, where you at say you at
I got my first felony, my gat
And I robbing cats, slinging my sacks
Styles
BM Doub., see that thug, get dough
We positive, but we ain't negative
the cops got guns and they don't like us 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 caged in and you can't get a feel
we keep the in 'cause we never made a mil.
So we all the faggots on the hill
fuckin' niggaz girls but keep 'em on the pill
But dog your hat 'cause the honey's type ill
everything is