Luyện nghe bài hát 20 Bag Shorty

no more reasonable doubt im provin to be da MC somthing wrong wit ya
motor cause yall aint movin me im who u see musically when u want it
done hot payin u to meanzlest infratillity i paint pictures beatufully but
niggaz is near sighted dont worry about it'll take em years to bite it
which the greatest fears i write it it just 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 should i freestyle im gettin to rap i slang a track
laid back almost till its a sin tell ya god doin a good job
him J-Hova spittin game from da range rover what da fuck is yall
doin in da lane get over 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
up soundin like mayhelia tryna tell yall yall know da style burn da town
down and change the locale im da same shit except its legit

got a twenty cart shorty play dat shit you owe me twenty 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 who tops
bricks who get money quick see me representin bomb city on da bill block
and mic before they get a mill i pills all night 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 malcom
for now dunn side represent wit tons of guns u keep it real where u from
cause where u at put da dagger in yo back its like livin wit yo homey dat
be on crack and fat my niggas know my styles phat like hoes in da L my
mine toatin fuck em 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 bird shit killah not to be purterb with
shit can make me feel yall foreal ya tock ticking bust 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 ass whooping opposite the black class hooker
the fat ass triple your cash criple your stash pass shooker the past
aint never the last to teach lessons my fucking up in the streets keep
guessing my brew becomming a preach i be blessing lotta kids commmin out
da wrong way sea sections know da bro gone flow 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 such they say i lost my those bitches like the
money i wear what its how they stare dumb bunnies with they cunnin little
glare shorty let me see the tail if its that shittin she hit me with a
felion a young pair kitten my boy hit that shit now every body even
holdin snow balls and i aint talkin bout what i talkin bout mittens
foreal