Luyện nghe bài hát 20 Bag Shorty

no more doubt im provin to be da illest MC somthing wrong wit ya
motor cause yall aint movin me im who u see musically when u want it
done hot u to meanzlest infratillity stop i paint pictures beatufully but
is near sighted dont worry about plageris it'll take em years to bite it
which the greatest fears i dont write it it just appears no where like da
information by the phycic like it or not i pay dues and expect to be
paid why da fuck should i freestyle im gettin paid to rap i slang a track
laid back almost till its a sin tell ya god somebody's a good job
impersonatin him J-Hova spittin game from da range rover 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 cherry vanilla got in da telli
belly up soundin like mayhelia tryna tell yall yall know da burn da town
down and change the locale im doin da shit except 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 said i wasn't
twenty but i dat shit

pimp gotti get da dues in them double down like them kids wit tips who
down bricks who get quick see me representin bomb city on da bill block
and mic before they get a mill i sold all night the illest outta life got
my mind on fate cause even im tour nigga still 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 livin wit yo dat
be on crack and fat my niggas know my styles like hoes in da L Darodo my
mine toatin fuck em duck em any but da main gun i dont trust em

move wit da nigga huh frum man chilla burge shit shit i slpurge big
scrilla observe when you work spit shit killah not to be purterb with herb
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
soon as you feel that sog shit you be oh shit broke niggas resort the
glass looking opposite the track ass whooping opposite the class hooker
the fat ass fooker triple your cash your stash pass shooker the past
aint never the to teach lessons my peeps fucking 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 flow if it cross shorts
fuck weed cop cause da shit cost more but niggas say i floss to much 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 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 pair kitten my boy hit that shit now body splittin even
holdin snow balls and i aint talkin bout mittens i talkin bout mittens
snowballs