Luyện nghe bài hát 20 Bag Shorty

no more reasonable doubt im provin to be da MC somthing wrong wit ya
motor skills yall aint movin me im who u see musically when u want it
done hot payin u to meanzlest infratillity stop i pictures beatufully but
niggaz is near sighted dont worry about it'll take em years to bite it
which the greatest fears i dont write it it appears outta no where like da
information contain by the phycic like it or not i pay dues and to be
paid back why da fuck i freestyle im gettin paid to rap i slang a track
laid back almost till its a sin ya god somebody's doin a good job
impersonatin him J-Hova spittin game from da range rover what da is yall
doin in da third lane get over slow ya rode up i got it sewed up a tella
relatively easy like hella cream is cherry vanilla got chicks in da telli
belly up soundin like mayhelia tryna tell yall yall know da burn da town
down and change the locale im doin da same shit its legit

got a twenty cart shorty better play dat shit you owe me twenty baby pay
dat shit got twenty bag son better blaze dat shit they i wasn't seeing
twenty but i dat shit

pimp gotti get da dues in them double down like kids wit tips who tops
down bricks who get quick see me representin bomb city on da bill block
and mic before they get a mill i sold pills all the illest outta life got
my mind on fate cause even im tour nigga aint safe i keep a tre eight on
my left smoke a L for stress countin dirt bag lex i be da X like puff
for now dunn east represent wit tons of guns u keep it real where u from
where u at might put da dagger in yo back its like livin wit yo homey dat
be on and fat my niggas know my styles phat like hoes in da L Darodo my
mine fuck em duck em any thing but da main gun i dont trust em

move wit da nigga huh frum man chilla burge shit word shit i big
scrilla observe when you work spit bird shit killah not to be purterb herb
shit deala can make me feel yall foreal ya tock ticking a rapper bust a
cap hustler flinching you fresh off the corner calling dog shit brog shit
soon as you feel that sog you be like oh shit broke niggas resort the
glass looking opposite the track ass opposite the black class hooker
the fat ass fooker triple your cash criple your stash shooker the past
aint never the last to teach my peeps fucking up in the streets keep
guessing my brew dont becomming a i be blessing lotta kids commmin out
da wrong way like sea sections know da bro gone flow if it cross shorts
fuck weed cop coke cause da shit cost but niggas say i floss to much but
when i take it off and such they say i lost my touch those like the
money i wear what its funny how stare dumb bunnies with they cunnin little
glare let me see the tail if its really that shittin she hit me with a
felion a pair kitten my boy hit that shit now every body splittin even
holdin snow balls and i aint talkin bout mittens what i talkin mittens
snowballs