Luyện nghe bài hát Bag Talk

[Intro: Mill]
I can hear it in your voice you wasn't in this shit nigga
We at war

[Verse 1: Meek
Young totin' Glocks
Sellin' dope, wheelies
When the came through, they scooped the whole South Philly
When the feds through, they scooped the whole South Philly
We was grinding, was hating
time to get this money, I was patient
We was Gucci, they was
Only one to it real when they was faking
Ain't a nigga me I ain't give a hundred bands to
Never falling out, them bitches that we ran through
When you get the like I got it they can't stand you
Fuck 'em, we at war with the system, in the
I'm in the trenches, niggas said that I got beef
I can't really these niggas 'bout this cash, and I can't sleep
And my homie lined my other up, 'cause he a creep
Show no love for pussy ass nigga, it get deep
For the love of that Benji, we spillin' blood in streets
And I know why they hate me, it no love in them streets
He was hinting at work, we thought it was love it was
He was sellin us that reerock, us on that Reebok
Damn, thought you was all here, found out we not
up on him wit three Glocks, did him dirty for three blocks
Turn that boy to a freeze pop, him into a [?]
It's a dog-eat-dog
Young niggas killing, all the old retiring
And the sound of that 30 to sound inspiring
When you pull up on them, I firing
Please judge us, they done killed our brothers
We done all winter they gon feel our summers
I went top Don on 'em, we do numbers
And we get a chance to rain on 'em, we gon' flood 'em
Fuck 'em, 'em

I 'em, I'mma pray for 'em
All drama I feel like I'm made for
Catch a body, it to the grave for me
And if they pop you off, you'll change on me, no
Bag talk, put a bag on her, let that cash
[?]
the niggas [?]
Why you it that far?
[?] everybody, you understand, dog
We the type to call the and have a standoff
Make a thottie call your homie, a man-off

2]
We ain't been loved, so we don't know how it feel
so used to the fake shit, they don't know what was real
All my enemies, frenemies, I don't who to kill
I don't know who gon' keep it and know who gon' squeal
I can't tell no
I don't know [?]
'Cause it all got fuzzy and came down to that
I seen niggas eatin' from me], made me watch while I'm
Bitches for the fame, you gotta watch them they phony
I know where I'm going, I need navigation
They and got a young niggas 'for they graduation
some time on that Patek still ain't got no patience
Gave my 20 years, put him on vacation
Every time I'm in the hood, I be on some Wraith
Stars all in the ceiling, feel like a spaceship
In them streets, we still in there, niggas think we it
They just killed my little cousin, wish I could've him
'Member times out in Vegas when we did it
Niggas turned they back on us, I like they played us
I feel like they try to use us, I do no favors
Gotta watch these niggas close 'cause they been vapors