Luyện nghe bài hát Body Bags

Fuck it, I mean we gotta kill what we eat,
It's not a problem, it's not a problem. Southside

Okay, the dope addin' up, the addin' up
The smoke addin' up, my are fattened up
I got bitches in my bedroom, nerds on
'round my neck, straps for my shooters
I made it, ma', I made it
I grind so to get here I can't be faded
I got lawyers on the line, different kinds
Five crimes, same .45
Got a plan to turn to premise, see, a ain't lyin'
'Cause they ain't gon' say I did it and I gon' say I did it
And I go back and forth to court, but I bet I get acquitted
Can you dig it? Nigga, can you dig it?
Shit changed, a nigga ain't
I had a safe size as a shoe box, it like a vault
Now I got real money, that "fuck how you feel"
"nigga, you look at me wrong, get killed" money

You be part of my body bag ritual
Hop out, out to get at you
You gon' be part of my bag ritual
.45 off some shit at you
You gon' be put in a bag, bag
You won't get a chance to fire

I peep my in the mirror, I think I got a crush on me
I don't want no wack bitches me
threads, satin sheets on my bed
Get a sea-sick, waves all on my head
in my ear, Baccarat chandelier
Gabbana underwear, I'm so fly it ain't
Every day a dime piece
Rose Gold, a different piece
Hublot, AP or
Your bitch and jeweler know me, homie
I'm bulletproof, go 'head, a shot at me
You be a dead like the last one that got at me
My level three, so I ain't got a vest on
My heart like ice, my chest teflon
I'm a right here, just me and my knife, nigga
Don't let me find out you ain't 'bout that life,
It's doomsday, I mean day
I the orders, like, "air out the room, Dre"

You gon' be of my body bag ritual
Hop out, out to get at you
You be part of my body bag ritual
.45 off some shit at you
You be put in a body bag, bag
You get a chance to fire back

The mileage had a shorty ass trippin', strippin' in my
Push my thumb in her ass while I was strokin' her
I be in my own zone, still the chrome
state of the art, [?]
My need pages, I'm fuckin' round' out in London
from jets [?] baguettes
Trippin' in my charm, bitch, I'm a don
So shit go how I say it go, if I'm right or wrong
My paper long, Kush in the bong
It feels like I'm dreamin' 'cause a on
I'm so far from a down, I'm out in Miami now
My bitch no no ingles, she fresh off the boat
She me neck, what you expect? I got connects for the dope
I'm no joke, blow 30k on the coke, stuff ten in the
Nigga, front, I'll have a hand full of
Bitch, I hit your ass with a

You gon' be of my body bag ritual
Hop out, out to get at you
You gon' be of my body bag ritual
.45 lettin' off some at you
You be put in a body bag, bag
You get a chance to fire back