Luyện nghe bài hát Body Bags

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

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

You gon' be part of my body bag
Hop out, out to get at you
You gon' be of my body bag ritual
.45 off some shit at you
You be put in a body bag, bag
You won't get a chance to 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, sheets on my bed
Get a bitch sea-sick, waves all on my
in my ear, Baccarat chandelier
Gabbana underwear, I'm so fly it ain't
Every day a different piece
Gold, a different time piece
Hublot, AP or
Your bitch and your jeweler know me,
I'm bulletproof, go 'head, take a at me
You be a nigga 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 like
I'm a right here, just me and my knife, nigga
Don't let me find out you ain't 'bout 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 part of my bag ritual
.45 lettin' off some at you
You be put in a body bag, bag
You won't get a chance to fire

The had a shorty ass trippin', strippin' in my kitchen
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 round' out in London
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, bomb 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 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, have a hand full of dreadlocks
Bitch, I hit your ass a head-shot

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