Luyện nghe bài hát 20 Bag Shorty

no more reasonable doubt im provin to be da illest MC wrong wit ya
motor skills cause aint movin me im who u see musically when u want it
done hot payin u to meanzlest infratillity stop i paint pictures but
niggaz is near sighted dont worry about plageris take em years to bite it
which the greatest fears i dont write it it just appears outta no like da
information by the phycic like it or not i pay dues and expect to be
paid back why da fuck should i 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 game from da range rover what da fuck is yall
doin in da third lane get over ya rode up i got it sewed up like a tella
relatively easy like hella cream is cherry vanilla got chicks in da telli
belly up soundin like mayhelia tryna tell yall know da style burn da town
down and change the locale im doin da same shit its legit

got a twenty shorty better play dat shit you owe me twenty baby better 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 double down like them kids wit tips who tops
down bricks who get money quick see me representin bomb city on da block
and mic before they get a mill i sold pills all night the illest life got
my mind on fate cause even im tour nigga still aint i keep a tre eight on
my left smoke a L for stress countin dirt bag lex i be da X malcom puff
for now dunn east represent 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 my styles phat like hoes in da L Darodo my
mine toatin fuck em duck em any thing but da main gun i trust em

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