Luyện nghe bài hát 1 Million Bottlebags

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

An' oh, lemme tell you Shorty
He about seventeen, 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
While thinkin' it's beer
But not, but he got it in his gut
So what the fuck, yo nigga, up?

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

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

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

1 million bags 'em all
Other man happy
Watch the drink 8 ball
Don't know a damn thing, but his stinkin'
Then I ask a question you
the fuck is you drinkin'?

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 in his hand

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

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

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

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

to my homeboy Shorty
He can it down
An' think about it
it around an' get tha 40 dog buzz
At the time
Shorty remember what day it was

Say I'm yellin' is
kickin' in yo back
How many have you seen
A fight 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 sellin' us
In the another up to no good
Plan that's designed by the man

But who drink it like
One an' on, till the reorder it
cry broke but they still affordin' it
Sippin' it drink it down, oh, no
poison but they 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