Luyện nghe bài hát 20 Bag Shorty

no more reasonable doubt im provin to be da MC somthing wrong wit ya
motor skills cause yall aint movin me im who u see when u want it
hot payin u to meanzlest infratillity stop i paint pictures beatufully but
niggaz is near sighted dont worry about plageris take em years to bite it
which the greatest fears i write it it just appears outta 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 almost till its a sin tell ya god somebody's a good job
impersonatin him J-Hova spittin game from da range what da fuck is yall
doin in da third lane get over slow ya rode up i got it sewed up a tella
relatively easy jerry hella cream is cherry vanilla got chicks in da telli
belly up soundin like mayhelia tryna yall yall know da style 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 better pay
dat shit got twenty bag son better dat shit they said i wasn't seeing
but i made dat shit

pimp gotti get da dues in them double down like kids wit tips who tops
down bricks who get money quick see me representin bomb city on da block
and mic before get a mill i sold pills all night the illest outta life got
my mind on fate even im tour nigga still aint safe i keep 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 wit tons of guns u keep it real where u from
cause where u at might put da dagger in yo back its livin wit yo homey dat
be on crack and fat my niggas know my styles phat like hoes in da L my
mine toatin em duck em any thing but da main gun i dont trust em

move wit da nigga huh man chilla burge shit word shit i slpurge big
scrilla observe when you work spit shit killah not to be purterb with herb
shit deala can me feel yall foreal ya tock ticking bust a rapper bust a
cap stop flinching you fresh off the corner calling dog shit brog shit
soon as you feel that sog shit you be oh shit broke niggas resort the
glass looking opposite the ass whooping opposite the black class hooker
the fat ass fooker triple your cash criple your pass shooker the past
aint never the last to teach lessons my peeps fucking up in the streets
guessing my brew becomming a preach i be blessing lotta kids commmin out
da wrong way like sea sections know da bro gone flow even if it shorts
fuck weed cop coke da shit cost more but niggas say i floss to much but
when i take it off and such they say i lost my touch 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 shittin she hit me a
felion a young pair kitten my boy hit that shit now every body splittin
holdin snow balls and i aint talkin bout mittens what i bout mittens
snowballs