Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Alarm Blaze

Lil'

Raised on a strip here brotha hill
Where guns pop and cops get
This is the where paranoya
Destroyin' niggas cash cases mo' try to flash they
losin' it
Four and knives we be movin' wit
Caught up in the that the street game confused you wit
provin' it
Let it be known if
- it's on
That rap nigga bust a cap nigga flat
Open up back nigga Rosewood black nigga
family gone brawl
It's resident, and I'm the first dog
You the M.O.P status
In the history of and rap we some the baddest
to the mommy
Any try me
Get hit wit the
Fuck

Chorus - Teflon and Fame: 2X

It's a 4 alarm
Everybody post up next to the
on
You're all welcome to hell's
family style
Buck ass
ya say

Billy

Get ya man on the jack
Grip mac soldier
FIRST
We're soldier
And we have swam through the sewers
The last on the line of our kind CRIME
Burkowitz MOB
Spit fire from my like I wasn't God's child
me - but don't deny me
Or get slit bitch you couldn't nothin' by me
Try me and pop shots like I'm supposed to
I'm from the where the covers are unnoticable
I've noticed a few niggas my head
my smarts and my secret all are firin' lead (Fire ya lead)
With all intentions of a body
I'm usually so I'm flinchin' when I enter the party
THE NECTAR
bullshit
Just when you thought it was safe I flipped and hit 'em wit shit

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Introducin' the kept secret
It's no sweet shit I sleep wit beret
Blaze enemies
I wit authority
(Black) through four to be
Cap quarterly blazed till it's quiet and
The gunsmoke son soak
The smoke run through the barrel the gun choke
cold-hearted and deadly
Survive wit a nickel-plated and jewels old-timer done fed me
Keep my steady
till they drop off
Make sure all other guns are popped off as
Blowin high-tech shit
Through your
whatever was in my way easy to di-tect
I wrecks
Over gone Saratoga son be in a Columbian necktie
We respects by
Half-ass
niggas
Gas niggas who blast
The die

2X

Just when you it was safe
The mad shell posse hit you off wit taste
Uh (Uh) Uh (Uh) Uh (Uh ) Uh (Uh)
Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) (Yeah)

Yeah, uh-huh, the fuck
Two asked quick for to step to
wounds too drastic for rescue
When I rock jewels it ain't to you
What the fuck niggas on my shit fo'
I'm - how you think I got rich ho?
Pack steel - afraid to let a clip go
I got paper to get low
Come back when the blow over get the dough over
Huh wit the Rover snatch the gat from the holder
Rip through ya shoulder it's Jay-hovah
I'm too wit it, too tight wit it
You light witted but if you're ya nice nigga spit it
Who am I?
MOTHAFUCKA
Do or die
IN BROWNSVILLE
Blocka, rocka, M.O.P
Front on us and blow ya know?

2X