Luyện nghe bài hát Body Bag Remix

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

[Verse 1:
Huh, I said, ice in a ceramic
Dammit Cam, Cam is
Weed in a basket, bastard hit the panic button
Over a of paper, street sweepers, meat cleavers
Deep freezer, meet your maker, place your order, we the
Coke, keep the ??, instigators?, keep the
Main course, meat potatoes, keep favours, see ya later
The crew, Damier, and grey, we the Raiders
Diamonds in my ear, please baby are lasers, haters
on me? Huh, I doubt it punk
Pop the trunk, my goons, noon, out to lunch
The D&G bag? That's 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, dough, I get cake
Me and funeral Fab, front row at wake

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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 truck and watch his body drag

[Verse 2:
Funeral, Killa, just got very scary
All the competitions in the buried
Jesus piece, rosary, white canary jerry
Pardon me, the God in me, marry Mary
But all them stairs/stares ain't necessary, hear me?
Cannon with me, not the one Carey carry
I'm talking sawed offs and four
Fuck knocking on the door, to blow the off, its more easy
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 bet, wouldn't say a vault breaker
But your mouth, I'm not the best insult taker
I make them call the yellow and the chalk tracers
They got names for like y'all, its called "fakers"
They should put anthrax in your salt

[Hook:

[Verse 3:
In due time let your semi spray, they kidnap my
On a rainy day I got them with two 9's and 20k
Timberland boxes of plenty yay, squares than ??
Our carry ?? like a Fendi case. Huuhh!
Four meetings make a long day
Rap James 23 a whole ball game
what we call cane, black rocks, all dames
No slaves, and jewels, pin stripe, ball 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, murders
Gangland, double black suit, white tie off Jams
I'm causing arrangements, make plans
I'm Paid In Full, y'all ain't rich H-Man