Luyện nghe bài hát 20 Bag Shorty

no more doubt im provin to be da illest MC somthing wrong wit ya
motor skills cause aint movin me im who u see musically when u want it
hot payin u to meanzlest infratillity stop i paint pictures beatufully but
niggaz is near sighted dont worry plageris it'll take em years to bite it
which the greatest fears i dont 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 somebody's doin a job
him J-Hova spittin game from 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 jerry 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 da same shit except its legit

got a twenty cart shorty better play dat shit you owe me twenty 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 them double down like them kids wit tips who
down bricks who get money quick see me representin city on da bill 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 safe i a tre eight on
my left smoke a L for countin dirt 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
cause where u at might put da in yo back its like livin wit yo homey dat
be on crack and fat my niggas know my styles phat hoes in da L Darodo my
mine toatin 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 herb
shit deala can make me yall foreal ya tock ticking bust a rapper bust 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 niggas the
glass looking opposite the track ass whooping opposite the black hooker
the fat ass fooker triple your cash criple your pass shooker the past
aint the last to teach lessons my peeps fucking up in the streets keep
guessing my brew dont becomming a preach i be blessing lotta commmin out
da wrong way like sea sections know da bro flow even if it cross shorts
fuck weed cop coke cause da shit cost more but niggas say i floss to but
when i it off and such they say i lost my touch those bitches like the
money i wear what its funny how they stare dumb bunnies they cunnin little
glare shorty let me see the if its really that shittin she hit me with a
felion a young pair kitten my boy hit that shit now every body splittin
holdin snow balls and i aint talkin bout mittens what i talkin bout
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