Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Seasons

Bitch!
city, yo
Yo, yo funk doc lunatic since young
I ate paint the rare moon
That pair mics, my
I battle you and then me and meth shifts
For money, to your arrest anklet
I take it all, if not, here's a
Bricks, be shooting fair ones with bail men
I'm constant, on that chase
zip codes from bricks to 8-1-8
Doc serve til you lickin' the
Battle royal, in the ring like doc out of oil
Fire thrown to the of you apartment
Hit 95 then I with the waltons
Down south, the feela
I'm a dolo nigga, you a nigga
I'm an uptown shopper, you a soho
Westside highway running, nigga

I'm the of the ghetto
The aficionado
I empty niggas out like bottles, uh
When I battle, I'm breaking bentleys down to
I got the heat right here, we got to travel
I'm bigger producers, I figured out you losers
I knew my longevity ya
Big paper game, come on run into these
Recognize the power of the royal james
Phantom menace, that's why niggas make faces like they drinking
they realize I'm not finished
I've been paid, I've been platinum, spittin', uh
eatin', been ballin' and you know I'm shittin'
Platinum links, chinky-eyed blonde haired honeys sippin' rainbow drinks
Black thugs white minks, ready to jack the brink
Bend your little over help her stretch out the kinks
That's why ya niggas when I step up in the building
The godfather's giving blessings to his children
shine, the world all mine
Can't believe these is poppin' shit about papers in their rhymes
Or bodies collect, black gotti shot a tech
Them gangsta visions will you ass up in an ambulance
ain't live, look up in my eyes
We can do this one more time, let you decide
The alize swigger, I twelve figgas
Think giuliani's rough I got real shit for niggas
Never defeated, niggas retreated
the choice to be seated until my mission's completed
Get loose, get loose, man get loose
What the gonna do when my dogs get loose?
(blaze one) one (blaze one) blaze one
Blaze, blaze, one

Now four corners, seasons
Four mc's with four reasons to this game to its knees
And why you down there, my dick
My whole is fuck it
Hit the shop and blow my budget
abusing my bitch, using my shit
I'm hanging off the roof one hand, losing my grip
Now don't wanna see me do that, now do you?
Go straight cuckoo and terrorize rap, do
I do my best work stressed out and pressure
Deep inside the mind is where find my buried treasure
I'm still wild, still
gritty style, foul, crimi-niminal, individual
Sing a song of
Pocket of chits
Too many be on john gotti's dick
Now this is that we don't rehearse
Put that rap shit second, and hip-hop

Easy, ain't nann spitting like me
Nor murderers inc
Niggas will me, look me in the face, ask me
Are really holdin' weight or did somebody gas me?
Ja be the myth, hand me the fifth let me explain
lil' man made me give him a lift
So you ridin' gangstas
I'm up to a lot of other shit
Murderers is the clique, niggas can't with
Try it (hataz) you get yours to the heart
Lesson tonight by the
want more than a little bit, hot shit
L.l. an red
Ja rule with hot nix I'm the best at that
So explain this
We ride dick so well, game from hell
I love making yell, my name
Rule baby, and shit gon' change, uh, uh