Luyện nghe bài hát Four Seasons

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

I'm the of the ghetto
The aficionado
I empty out like cristal bottles, uh
When I battle, I'm breaking down to gravel
I got the heat right here, we got to travel
I'm than producers, I figured out you losers
I knew my longevity ya
Big paper game, come on run these flames
the power of the royal king james
Phantom menace, that's why make faces like they drinking guinness
they realize I'm not finished
I've paid, I've been platinum, been spittin', uh
Been eatin', ballin' and you know I'm shittin'
Platinum links, chinky-eyed blonde haired honeys sippin' rainbow drinks
Black thugs with white minks, ready to jack the
Bend little 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
Carats shine, the world all
Can't believe these is poppin' shit about papers in their rhymes
Or they collect, black gotti shot a tech
gangsta visions will have you ass up in an ambulance
Cats 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 some real shit for
Never been defeated, niggas
Made the to be seated until my mission's completed
Get loose, get loose, man get loose
What the world do when my dogs get loose?
(blaze one) one (blaze one) blaze one
Blaze, blaze, one

Now corners, four seasons
Four mc's with four reasons to bring this game to its
And why you there, suck my dick
My motto is fuck it
Hit the smoke shop and blow my
Mc's abusing my bitch, my shit
I'm hanging off the roof with one hand, losing my
Now y'all 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 my buried treasure
I'm still wild, tical
Still style, foul, crimi-niminal, individual
Sing a song of
Pocket of chits
Too rappers be on john gotti's dick
Now this is that we don't rehearse
Put that rap second, and hip-hop first

Easy, ain't nann niggas spitting me
Nor murderers inc
Niggas pass me, look me in the face, ask me
Are y'all really holdin' weight or did gas me?
Ja be the myth, hand me the fifth let me explain
lil' man made me give him a lift
So you ridin' with
I'm up to a whole lot of 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 at that shit
So bitches this
We dick so well, head game from hell
I love them yell, my name
Rule baby, and ain't shit change, uh, uh