Luyện nghe bài hát Body Bags

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

Okay, the dope addin' up, the coke up
The smoke up, my pockets are fattened up
I got bitches in my bedroom, on computers
Diamonds my neck, straps for my shooters
I it, look ma', I made it
I so hard to get here I can't be faded
I got on the line, five different kinds
Five crimes, same .45
Got a plan to turn to premise, see, a nigga ain't
'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 as a shoe box, it felt like a vault
Now I got real money, that "fuck how you feel"
That "nigga, you at me wrong, get killed" money

You be part 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

I peep my swag in the mirror, I I got a crush on me
I don't want no wack bitches me
Tailor-made threads, satin on my bed
Get a bitch sea-sick, all on my head
Diamonds in my ear, Baccarat
Gabbana underwear, I'm so fly it ain't
Every day a different dime
Rose Gold, a different piece
Hublot, AP or
Your bitch and your jeweler know me,
I'm bulletproof, go 'head, take a at me
You be a dead nigga like the last one got at me
My shirt level three, so I got a vest on
My like ice, my chest like teflon
I'm a right here, just me and my knife, nigga
Don't let me find out you 'bout that life, nigga
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 gon' be of my body bag ritual
.45 lettin' off some at you
You gon' be put in a bag, bag
You get a chance to fire back

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

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 won't get a to fire back