Luyện nghe bài hát 20 Bag Shorty

no reasonable doubt im provin to be da illest MC somthing wrong wit ya
motor skills cause yall aint movin me im who u see musically u want it
done hot payin u to meanzlest infratillity stop i paint beatufully but
niggaz is near sighted dont worry about plageris it'll em years to bite it
which the greatest i dont 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 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 spittin game da range rover what da fuck is yall
doin in da third lane get over slow ya up i got it sewed up like a tella
relatively easy like jerry cream is cherry vanilla got chicks in da telli
belly up soundin like mayhelia tryna tell yall yall 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
but i made 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 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 im tour nigga still aint safe i keep a tre eight on
my left smoke a L for stress dirt bag lex i be da X like malcom puff
for now east side represent wit tons of guns u keep it real where u from
cause where u at might put da dagger in yo its like livin wit yo homey dat
be on crack and fat my know 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 chilla 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 stop flinching you fresh off the corner calling dog shit brog
as you feel that sog shit you be like 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 up in the streets keep
guessing my brew dont becomming a preach i be blessing lotta commmin out
da wrong way like sea know da bro gone flow even if it cross shorts
weed cop coke cause da shit cost more 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 bunnies with they cunnin little
shorty let me see the tail if its really that shittin she hit me with a
felion a young pair kitten my boy hit that shit now every splittin even
holdin snow balls and i aint talkin bout mittens what i talkin mittens
snowballs