Luyện nghe bài hát Body Bag Remix

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

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

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

[Verse 2:
Funeral, Killa, this just got scary
All the in the cemetery buried
Jesus piece, rosary, black canary jerry
Pardon me, the God in me, marry Mary
But all them long ain't necessary, hear me?
Cannon with me, not the one Mariah carry
I'm talking sawed and four fizzies
Fuck knocking on the door, to blow the doors off, its easy
I'm at the top floor of the Wardarf, or Four
Knick game, caught off the floor seazzys
they lost, fault Lakers, ask Walt Frazier
We had a bet, wouldn't say a vault breaker
But your mouth, I'm not the best insult taker
I them call the yellow tapers and the chalk tracers
They got for niggas like y'all, its called "fakers"
They put anthrax in your salt shakers

[Hook:

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