Luyện nghe bài hát Body Bag Remix

[Intro:
Yo Fab up nigga
Service, Killa Season, Slime Flu
Lot of shit on
Let's get to go in though

1: Cam'Ron]
Huh, I said, ice in a ceramic
Dammit Cam, Cam is
Weed in a picnic basket, hit the panic button
Over a piece of paper, sweepers, meat cleavers
Deep freezer, meet your maker, your order, we the waiters
Coke, keep the ??, instigators?, the flavours
Main course, potatoes, keep your favours, see ya later
The crew, Damier, and grey, we the Raiders
Diamonds in my ear, please baby these are lasers,
on me? Huh, I doubt it punk
Pop the trunk, my goons, high noon, out to
The D&G bag? That's where the weed
Keep cash, breeze past, y'all, eat glass
My tank on full, gas
Stay on point with the white, (like who?) Nash
Gun go in the waist, dough, I get cake
Me and Fab, front row at your wake

Vado]
Hit 'em up, blast, zipped up, body bag
Fifth tucked, then what? Bullets hit your fast
We beatin' murderers the same lawyer Gotti had
Tie him to a pick-up truck and his body drag

[Verse 2:
Funeral, Killa, just got very scary
All the competitions in the cemetery
piece, rosary, black white canary jerry
Pardon me, it's the God in me, marry
But all them long ain't necessary, hear me?
with me, not the one Mariah Carey carry
I'm talking sawed offs and four
Fuck on the door, to blow the doors off, its more easy
I'm at the top floor of the Wardarf, or Seazzys
Knick game, never caught off the floor
they lost, fault Lakers, ask Walt Frazier
We had a little bet, wouldn't say a vault
But watch mouth, I'm not the best insult taker
I make call the yellow tapers and the chalk tracers
got names for niggas like y'all, its called "fakers"
They put anthrax in your salt shakers

[Hook:

3: Vado]
In due time let your spray, they kidnap my slime
On a rainy day I got them back two 9's and 20k
Timberland boxes of yay, more squares than ??
Our records carry ?? like a case. Huuhh!
Four five make a long day
Rap James 23 a whole ball game
That's we call cane, black rocks, all dames
No slaves, and jewels, pin stripe, ball chain. Haa!
Skinny nigga on his ??
doors go up like the arms on the Karate Kid
A cocky kid, no rappers but my big
"Can I Live" pumpin' out my mamas crib
Burners, murders
Gangland, double black suit, white tie off Space
I'm causing funeral arrangements, plans
I'm Paid In Full, ain't rich like H-Man