Luyện nghe bài hát 20 Bag Shorty

no more reasonable doubt im provin to be da illest MC wrong wit ya
motor skills cause yall movin me im who u see musically when u want it
done hot payin u to meanzlest infratillity stop i paint 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 just appears no where like da
contain by the phycic like it or not i pay dues and expect to be
paid back why da fuck should i freestyle im paid to rap i slang a track
laid back till its a sin tell ya god somebody's doin a good job
impersonatin him J-Hova spittin game from da rover what da fuck is yall
doin in da third lane get slow ya rode up i got it sewed up like a tella
relatively easy jerry hella cream is cherry vanilla got chicks in da telli
belly up soundin like mayhelia tell yall yall know da style burn da town
down and change the locale im doin da same shit except its

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

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

move wit da nigga huh frum man burge shit word shit i slpurge big
scrilla observe when you work spit bird shit not to be purterb with herb
shit deala can make me yall foreal ya tock ticking bust a rapper bust a
cap hustler flinching you fresh off the corner calling dog shit brog shit
as you feel that sog shit you be like oh shit broke niggas resort the
glass looking opposite the track ass whooping opposite the black hooker
the fat ass fooker triple your cash your stash pass shooker the past
aint never the last to teach lessons my fucking up in the streets keep
guessing my brew dont becomming a preach i be blessing kids commmin out
da wrong way like sea sections know da bro gone even 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 they say i lost my touch those bitches like the
money i wear what its funny how they stare dumb bunnies with they cunnin
glare shorty let me see the tail if its really that she hit me with a
felion a young pair my boy hit that shit now every body splittin even
holdin snow balls and i aint talkin mittens what i talkin bout mittens
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