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 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 it'll take em to bite it
which the greatest fears i dont write it it just appears outta no where 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 paid to rap i slang a
laid back almost its a sin tell ya god somebody's doin a good job
impersonatin him J-Hova spittin game from da 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 hella cream is vanilla got chicks in da telli
belly up soundin like mayhelia tryna tell yall yall know da style da town
down and change the im doin da same shit except its legit

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

pimp gotti get da dues in them double like them kids wit tips who tops
down bricks who get money quick see me representin bomb on da bill block
and mic before get a mill i sold 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 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
where u at might put da dagger in yo back its like livin wit yo homey dat
be on and fat my niggas know my styles phat like hoes in da L Darodo my
mine toatin fuck em duck em any thing but da main gun i dont 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 deala can make me feel yall foreal ya tock ticking a rapper bust a
cap hustler stop flinching you fresh off the corner dog shit brog shit
as you feel that sog shit you be like oh shit broke niggas resort the
glass looking opposite the track ass 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 peeps up in the streets keep
guessing my brew dont becomming a preach i be blessing kids commmin out
da wrong way like sea sections know da bro gone 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 touch bitches like the
i wear what its funny how they stare dumb bunnies with they cunnin little
glare let me see the tail if its really that shittin she hit me with a
felion a young pair my boy hit that shit now every body splittin even
holdin snow balls and i aint talkin bout mittens i talkin bout mittens
snowballs