Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Seasons

Bitch!
city, yo
Yo, yo funk doc straight since young
I ate paint chips the moon
That pair mics, my
I battle you and then me and exchange shifts
For money, to your house arrest
I take it all, if not, a thousand
Bricks, be shooting fair ones with bail men
I'm constant, on that paper
Blow zip codes from to 8-1-8
Doc serve til you the plate
Battle royal, in the smoking like doc out of oil
Fire to the roof of you apartment
Hit 95 I hide with the waltons
Down south, the forty-four
I'm a nigga, you a polo nigga
I'm an uptown shopper, you a soho
Westside highway running, homo

I'm the sultan of the
The homicidal
I empty niggas out cristal bottles, uh
When I battle, I'm breaking bentleys down to
I got the heat right here, we ain't got to
I'm bigger producers, I figured out you losers
I my longevity confuse ya
Big game, come on run into these flames
Recognize the power of the king james
Phantom menace, that's why niggas faces like they drinking guinness
When realize I'm not finished
been paid, I've been platinum, been spittin', uh
Been eatin', been ballin' and you know I'm
Platinum links, blonde haired honeys sippin' rainbow colored drinks
Black thugs with white minks, ready to the brink
Bend your little wifee help her stretch out the kinks
why ya niggas freeze when I step up in the building
The godfather's here blessings to his children
shine, the world all mine
Can't believe these cats is shit about papers in their rhymes
Or they collect, black gotti shot a tech
Them visions will have you ass up in an ambulance
Cats ain't live, up in my eyes
We can do this one more time, let you decide
The alize swigger, I clock figgas
Think giuliani's I got some real shit for niggas
Never been defeated, retreated
Made the choice to be seated my mission's completed
Get loose, get loose, man get loose
What the world gonna do when my get loose?
(blaze one) one (blaze one) blaze one
Blaze, blaze, one

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

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