Luyện nghe bài hát Four Seasons

Bitch!
city, yo
Yo, yo funk doc straight lunatic young
I ate paint the rare moon
That mics, my maintenance
I battle you and then me and meth exchange
For money, to your house anklet
I take it all, if not, a thousand
Bricks, be shooting fair with bail bonds men
I'm constant, on that chase
Blow zip codes from bricks to
Doc serve til you the plate
Battle royal, in the ring like doc out of oil
Fire thrown to the of you apartment
Hit 95 then I hide the waltons
Down south, the feela
I'm a dolo nigga, you a polo
I'm an uptown shopper, you a soho
Westside running, homo nigga

I'm the of the ghetto
The aficionado
I niggas out like cristal bottles, uh
When I battle, I'm breaking bentleys to gravel
I got the heat right here, we got to travel
I'm bigger than producers, I out you losers
I knew my confuse ya
Big paper game, on run into these flames
Recognize the of the royal king james
Phantom menace, that's why make faces like they drinking guinness
When they 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
thugs with white minks, ready to jack the brink
Bend your wifee over help her stretch out the kinks
That's why ya niggas freeze I step up in the building
The here giving blessings to his children
shine, the world all mine
Can't these cats is poppin' shit about papers in their rhymes
Or bodies they collect, gotti shot a tech
Them gangsta visions will have you ass up in an
Cats live, look up in my eyes
We can do this one more time, I'll let you
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, method man get
What the world gonna do 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 smoke and blow my budget
Mc's abusing my bitch, my shit
I'm off the roof with one hand, losing my grip
Now don't wanna see me do that, now do you?
Go straight cuckoo and rap, do you?
I do my best work stressed out and pressure
Deep inside the mind is where you'll find my treasure
I'm still wild, still
Still style, foul, crimi-niminal, individual
Sing a song of
full of chits
Too many be on john gotti's 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 pass me, me in the face, ask me
Are y'all really holdin' or did somebody gas me?
Ja be the myth, reggie hand me the let me explain
Your lil' man 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 deal
Try it (hataz) you gonna get to the heart
Lesson by the four-four
Niggas want than a little bit, hot shit
L.l. an red
Ja rule with hot nix I'm the best at shit
So bitches explain
We ride dick so well, head game from
I love making them yell, my
Rule baby, and ain't gon' change, uh, uh