Luyện nghe bài hát Connect 4

[Intro: Chris]
Yeah... uh, C.
We do this, Joe
Yeah, Chris, what, what?
Yeah, uh

Chris]
To the heart of Philadelph, pour my spirit and flesh
Give me the crown, watch me it the best, I ain't hearin the rest
Long gone, dancin with fish here
Fish scale advances for wristwear
Ch-chea, motherfucker this year Chris
Homie the so vital, survival of the fits here
Ain't shit y'all, life about a bitch yeah
Say I drive her though I ride that hoe fifth gear
so much poverty cause I live here
Talk cause my family's doin a bid there
You rappin or ballin, we got our hustle out
That's what a thug about, anything to get the up out
the ghetto, dodge the devil, prolong my
Got a sticky lah baby, 365

Budden]
Hold up, a nigga from lukewarm to hot
Scratch that, from winter to hell's kitchen
Aside from predictable shots and shells
Wouldn'ta even known it cause nothin felt
dope in this game ain't on the radio
That proofs me, check the dames and the
Brain like fellatio, I mean it used to be like Horatio
you, pay me though
Look for him, in whatever I put on
Come from where you give a wrong look and you would wrong
off the hook for him
But I treat 'em like Subway, I 'em 5 dollars and a FOOT long
Young niggaz take your
Your 28-inch rims higher than me admirin
JUMP OFF e'rything that they to be
But the bullshit tiresome to me
See, only one concern, gettin my bread
Hate to see you lose your (Life) over a
feel (Sorry)
Y'all'll only know what I show why Chris Brown and Rihanna real story
Off puttin words like (Scrabble)
Build your (Monopoly), they gon' attack you
Can't (Pictionary) it, gon' think it's (Taboo)
When you get more, they (Connect) the (Four)

[Outro: Joe
Dawg.. geah, Joey,
Yes Chad, I fuckin know the