Luyện nghe bài hát 1 Million Bottlebags

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

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

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

Now hostile to a brother lookin' out
But I ain't mad, I know what he
He's just a slave to the an' the can
that's his man, the malt liquor man

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

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

1 bags count 'em all
man gets happy
Watch the drink 8 ball
Don't know a damn thing, but his breath
I ask a question you brother
What the fuck is you

He don't but it flow
Out the in a cup
He call it gettin' up
Like we ain't up already
See the man call Crazy Eddie
Liquor man with the bottle in his

He give the liquor man ten to
Wit' no an' he run
To get his rearranged
it to the homies an' they're able
To do without a
Beside what's inside, ain't on the

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

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

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

Back to my homeboy
He can it down
An' nuttin' about it
it around an' get tha 40 dog buzz
At the same
can't remember what day it was

Say I'm is fact
Genocide in yo back
How many times you seen
A black a black
After drinkin' down a
Or a liquor six-pack

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

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

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 sucker to the man