Luyện nghe bài hát Body Bag Remix

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

[Verse 1:
Huh, I said, ice in a ceramic
Cam, Cam is stuntin'
Weed in a picnic basket, hit the panic button
Over a piece of paper, sweepers, meat cleavers
Deep freezer, meet your maker, place order, we the waiters
Coke, keep the ??, instigators?, keep the
Main course, meat potatoes, keep favours, see ya later
The crew, Damier, black and grey, we the
Diamonds in my ear, please baby these are lasers,
Front on me? Huh, I it punk
Pop the trunk, my goons, high noon, out to
The D&G bag? That's the weed stash
Keep cash, 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 Fab, front row at your wake

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

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

Vado]

[Verse 3:
In due time let your semi spray, they kidnap my
On a rainy day I got back with two 9's and 20k
Timberland of plenty yay, more squares than ??
Our carry ?? like a Fendi case. Huuhh!
Four meetings make a long day
Rap LeBron James 23 a whole ball
That's what we call cane, rocks, all dames
No slaves, suit and jewels, pin stripe, chain. Haa!
nigga on his ?? shit
Benz go up like the arms on the Karate Kid
A kid, no rappers but my pockets big
"Can I Live" bumpin' pumpin' out my mamas
Burners, mayhem
Gangland, double suit, white tie off Space Jams
I'm causing funeral arrangements, make
I'm Paid In Full, ain't rich like H-Man