Luyện nghe bài hát Body Bags

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

Okay, the dope up, the coke addin' up
The addin' up, my pockets are fattened up
I got in my bedroom, nerds on computers
Diamonds my neck, straps for my shooters
I it, look ma', I made it
I grind so hard to get here I be faded
I got on the line, five different kinds
Five different crimes, .45
Got a plan to turn to premise, see, a ain't lyin'
'Cause ain't gon' say I did it and I ain't 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 ain't broke
I had a safe size as a shoe box, it like a vault
Now I got real money, "fuck how you feel" money
"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 body bag
.45 lettin' off some at you
You be put in a body bag, bag
You won't get a 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 bitch sea-sick, waves all on my
in my ear, Baccarat chandelier
Gabbana underwear, I'm so fly it fair
Every day a dime piece
Rose Gold, a different piece
Hublot, AP or
Your bitch and your know me, homie
I'm bulletproof, go 'head, take a at me
You be a dead like the last one that got at me
My shirt three, so I ain't got a vest on
My heart ice, my chest like teflon
I'm a nightmare right here, me and my knife, nigga
Don't let me out you ain't 'bout that life, nigga
It's doomsday, I mean day
I the orders, like, "air out the room, Dre"

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

The mileage had a shorty ass trippin', in my kitchen
my thumb in her ass while I was strokin' her kitten
I be in my own zone, clutchin' the chrome
Talk of the art, [?]
My passport need pages, I'm round' out in London
Jetlag from [?] 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 no speak no ingles, she fresh off the boat
She give me neck, what you expect? I got for the dope
I'm no joke, blow 30k on the coke, ten in the coat
Nigga, front, I'll a hand full 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 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