Luyện nghe bài hát 1 Million Bottlebags

1 million bottlebags 'em
Think can bounce the ounce an' it get 'em
Yo, black spend 288
Sittin' waitin' for the fizz
An' don't know what the it is

An' oh, tell you 'bout Shorty
He seventeen, lookin' like 40
Treats his 40 dog than his G
When he a big B O T T L E
Oh, he loves tha

But look, Shorty get sicker
Year after
While he's it's beer
But not, but he got it in his gut
So what the fuck, yo nigga, up?

Now he's to a brother lookin' out
But I mad, I know what he about
He's just a to the bottle an' the can
'Cause that's his man, the malt man

1 million bottlebags, where's my
1 million bottlebags, the hell are they drinkin'?
1 million bottlebags, gimme my
1 million bottlebags, what the are they drinkin'?

1 million bottlebags, so my bottle?
1 bottlebags, what the hell are they drinkin'?
1 bottlebags, gimme my bottle?
1 bottlebags, what the hell are they drinkin'?

1 million count 'em all
Other man gets
the killas drink 8 ball
Don't a damn thing, but his breath stinkin'
Then I ask a you brother
What the is you drinkin'?

He know but it flow
Out the in a cup
He call it fucked up
we ain't fucked up already
See the man they call Crazy
Liquor man the bottle in his hand

He give the liquor man ten to
Wit' no an' he run
To get his rearranged
Serve it to the homies an' able
To do a table
Beside what's inside, ain't on the

They drink it it's good
But they don't sell shit
In the white neighborhood, exposin' the
get mad at me, I understand
They're slaves to the man

1 million bottlebags, where's my
1 million bottlebags, what the are they drinkin'?
1 million bottlebags, yo, wassup with my
1 million bottlebags, the hell are they drinkin'?

1 million bottlebags, yo, I my bottle
1 million bottlebags, what the are they drinkin'?
1 million bottlebags, somebody's find my bottle?
1 bottlebags, what the hell are they drinkin'?

Back to my homeboy
He can drink it
An' nuttin' about it
Pass it around an' get tha 40 dog
At the time
Shorty can't remember day it was

Say I'm is fact
Genocide in yo back
How many have you seen
A fight a black
After drinkin' down a
Or a malt liquor

Malt bull
What it is, is bullshit
45 gun to the brain
Who's sellin' us
In the hood up to no good
that's designed by the other man

But who drink it water
One an' on, till the reorder it
Brothers cry but they still affordin' it
it lick drink it down, oh, no
Drinkin' poison but they don't

It to be wine, a dollar an' a dime
Same man, drinkin' another
could be hard as hell
An' give a damn
But still be a to the liquor man