Luyện nghe bài hát Body Bag Remix

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

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

[Hook:
Hit 'em up, blast, zipped up, body bag
Fifth tucked, what? Bullets hit your body fast
We beatin' with the same lawyer Gotti had
Tie him to a truck and watch his body drag

2: Fabolous]
Funeral, Killa, just got very scary
All the in the cemetery buried
Jesus piece, rosary, black white canary
Pardon me, it's the God in me, marry
But all them long stairs/stares 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 of the Wardarf, or Four Seazzys
Knick game, never off the floor seazzys
Tonight lost, fault Lakers, ask Walt Frazier
We had a little bet, say a vault breaker
But watch your mouth, I'm not the best taker
I make them call the tapers and the chalk tracers
They got names for niggas y'all, its called "fakers"
They put anthrax in your salt shakers

[Hook:

[Verse 3:
In due let your semi spray, they kidnap my slime
On a day I got them back with two 9's and 20k
Timberland boxes of plenty yay, squares than ??
Our records ?? like a Fendi 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 on his ?? shit
doors go up like the arms on the Karate Kid
A cocky kid, no rappers but my big
"Can I Live" bumpin' pumpin' out my mamas
Burners, mayhem
Gangland, double suit, white tie off Space Jams
I'm funeral arrangements, make plans
I'm Paid In Full, y'all rich like H-Man