Luyện nghe bài hát Body Bag Remix

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

1: Cam'Ron]
Huh, I said, ice in a ceramic
Dammit Cam, Cam is
Weed in a picnic basket, hit the panic button
a piece of paper, street sweepers, meat cleavers
Deep freezer, meet your maker, place your order, we the
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, please these 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 where the stash
Keep cash, breeze past, y'all, eat glass
My on full, ease gas
Stay on with the white, (like who?) Steve Nash
Gun go in the waist, dough, I get cake
Me and funeral Fab, front row at your

[Hook:
Hit 'em up, shotty blast, zipped up, bag
Fifth tucked, then what? Bullets hit your fast
We beatin' murderers with the 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 buried
Jesus piece, rosary, white canary jerry
Pardon me, it's the God in me, marry
But all them stairs/stares ain't necessary, hear me?
Cannon me, not the one Mariah Carey carry
I'm sawed offs and four fizzies
Fuck on the door, to blow the doors off, its more easy
I'm at the top floor of the Wardarf, or Seazzys
Knick game, never off the floor seazzys
Tonight they lost, Lakers, ask Walt Frazier
We had a little bet, 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 names for like y'all, its called "fakers"
They put anthrax in your salt shakers

[Hook:

3: Vado]
In due time let your spray, they kidnap my slime
On a rainy day I got back with two 9's and 20k
Timberland boxes of yay, more squares than ??
Our carry ?? like a Fendi case. Huuhh!
Four meetings make a long day
Rap LeBron James 23 a whole ball
what we call 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, mayhem
Gangland, double black suit, white tie off Jams
I'm funeral arrangements, make plans
I'm Paid In Full, y'all rich like H-Man