Luyện nghe bài hát Body Bag Remix

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

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

Vado]
Hit 'em up, shotty blast, zipped up, 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 watch his body

[Verse 2:
Funeral, Killa, this just got very
All the competitions in the buried
Jesus piece, rosary, black canary jerry
Pardon me, it's the God in me, Mary
But all them long stairs/stares necessary, hear me?
Cannon me, not the one Mariah Carey carry
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 Four
Knick game, caught off the floor seazzys
Tonight they lost, Lakers, ask Walt Frazier
We had a bet, wouldn't say a vault breaker
But watch your mouth, I'm not the insult taker
I make them call the yellow tapers and the chalk
They got names for niggas y'all, its called "fakers"
They should put anthrax in salt shakers

[Hook:

3: Vado]
In due let your semi spray, they kidnap my slime
On a rainy day I got back with two 9's and 20k
Timberland boxes of plenty yay, more squares ??
Our records carry ?? like a case. Huuhh!
Four meetings make a long day
Rap James 23 a whole ball game
That's what we 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 but my pockets big
"Can I Live" bumpin' pumpin' out my crib
Burners, murders
Gangland, black suit, white tie off Space Jams
I'm causing arrangements, make plans
I'm Paid In Full, y'all rich like H-Man