Luyện nghe bài hát 20 Bag Shorty

no more reasonable im provin to be da illest MC somthing wrong wit ya
skills cause yall aint movin me im who u see musically when u want it
done hot payin u to meanzlest stop i paint pictures beatufully but
niggaz is near sighted dont worry about plageris it'll take em to bite it
which the greatest fears i dont write it it appears outta no where like da
information contain by the 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 range rover da fuck is yall
in da third lane get over slow ya rode up i got it sewed up like a tella
relatively easy like jerry hella cream is vanilla got chicks in da telli
belly up soundin like tryna tell yall yall know da style burn da town
down and change the locale im doin da shit except its legit

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

pimp get da dues in them double down like them kids wit tips who tops
down bricks who get money quick see me representin bomb 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 still 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 side represent wit tons of guns u keep it real where 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 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 i slpurge big
scrilla observe when you work spit bird shit killah not to be purterb with
shit deala can make me feel yall foreal ya tock ticking bust a rapper a
cap hustler stop flinching you fresh off the corner dog shit brog shit
soon as you feel that sog shit you be like oh shit broke resort the
looking opposite the track ass whooping opposite the black class hooker
the fat ass fooker triple your cash criple your stash pass shooker the
aint never the last to teach lessons my peeps fucking up in the streets
guessing my brew dont becomming a preach i be lotta kids commmin out
da wrong way like sea know da bro gone flow even if it cross shorts
fuck weed cop coke cause da shit cost more but niggas say i floss to but
when i take it off and they say i lost my touch those bitches like the
i wear what its funny how they stare dumb bunnies with they cunnin little
glare shorty let me see the 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 mittens
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