Luyện nghe bài hát Body Bags

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

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

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

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

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

The mileage had a shorty ass trippin', in my kitchen
Push my thumb in her ass while I was strokin' her
I be in my own zone, clutchin' the chrome
state of the art, [?]
My passport need pages, I'm round' out in London
Jetlag jets [?] baguettes
in my charm, look bitch, I'm a don
So shit go how I say it go, fuck if I'm right or
My paper long, bomb Kush in the
It feels I'm dreamin' 'cause a nigga on
I'm so far from a hammy down, I'm out in now
My bitch no no ingles, she fresh off the boat
She give me neck, 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 of dreadlocks
Bitch, I hit your ass a head-shot

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