Luyện nghe bài hát Body Bag Remix

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

1: Cam'Ron]
Huh, I said, ice in a ceramic
Cam, Cam is stuntin'
Weed in a picnic basket, bastard hit the panic
Over a piece of paper, 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, and grey, we the Raiders
in my ear, please baby these are lasers, haters
Front on me? Huh, I it punk
Pop the trunk, my goons, high noon, out to
The D&G That's where the weed stash
Keep cash, past, fuck y'all, eat glass
My on full, ease gas
Stay on point the white, (like who?) Steve Nash
Gun go in the waist, dun' dough, I get
Me and Fab, front row at your wake

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

2: Fabolous]
Funeral, Killa, this got very 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 stairs/stares ain't necessary, me?
with me, not the one Mariah Carey carry
I'm sawed offs and four fizzies
Fuck knocking on the door, to the doors off, its more easy
I'm at the top floor of the Wardarf, or Seazzys
Knick game, never caught off the seazzys
they lost, fault Lakers, ask Walt Frazier
We had a little bet, wouldn't say a vault
But your mouth, I'm not the best insult taker
I make them call the yellow tapers and the tracers
got names for niggas like y'all, its called "fakers"
They put anthrax in your salt shakers

Vado]

[Verse 3:
In due time let semi spray, they kidnap my slime
On a rainy day I got them back two 9's and 20k
Timberland of plenty yay, more squares than ??
Our carry ?? like a Fendi case. Huuhh!
Four five meetings make a day
Rap LeBron 23 a whole ball game
That's what we cane, black 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 but my pockets big
"Can I Live" bumpin' pumpin' out my mamas
Burners, mayhem
Gangland, double black suit, white tie off Jams
I'm causing arrangements, make plans
I'm In Full, y'all ain't rich like H-Man