Luyện nghe bài hát Body Bagz

Cory
Get Ready. Get Steady.
Spaghetti Shredded.
Heavy debted. Credit
For you get jelly-spread.
The let me let it.
go Lindsey at it.
coke with envy.
n Nicole n Britney's habit.
Cass, a Lotta seem militant, n be itchin' addicts .
puttin nuthin but wood on da shelves like a cabinet.
cause if i feel da static. i peel the matic. they'll static.
the cal. will go sporadic. now its not so
to no compatible establishment.
U broke-nose, for to mike jones my Ozone.
embarrassment
shit im feared as an terrorist
im tool when im trying to bring yall Hailly Marias
a risk at reading braille, stare at dis.
u dont M.O.B. . . u nuthin but a queer therapist.
Nigga my M.O.B. get that money. no T. no penalty.
when no C. that dinero B. all i see mentally.
i shift y'all from manual to physically.
cant infiltrate my men in street.
we in Da - you industry.
LARCENY, militia march wit us.
if not, Cass put em on sum nother chart from us.
Bagz!

I got my hand on my damn
Cause man, I copped a gun so big it could probably hancock
I'm not a rat, me? Talkin' to the cops
like Lewis Fericon eatin' hamhocks
I'm a gorilla, but I'm slicker than a fox
Been cool since pre-school, playin' in the
I'm a hustla, I used to hand-to-hand, 'n I could stand on the block sellin' after gram
And no I'm not from Japan, na', but it just look like it's asian in me, 'cause I got the with me
I been to jail, I got a couple hundred up in me
But I still keep the HK, keep the with me
I ball hard, so other ballers is afraid to me
if I get fouled I'll probably shoot the tech
And you can be the next dude I shoot to death
I wild-out, but if I out, I'll shoot the ref
I'm happy I'm in the coupe, but the roof depressed
'Cause I always put them down in the trunk, I put them now
I got dough, ever since O put a pound in my
I been the man, you put the crown on my dome
I'm on the phone, conference calls, with millionaires
Yeah, look I accomplished, y'all
And I ain't tryin' to take life, I got a conscience, y'all
Plus the law send you up north, a compass, y'all
I was seventeen livin' out with youngers
I sign the rough riders with a flow that was y'all
I can't lie, you could ask DMY
You could ask swiss too, SP and too
You could ask DMX, the pitt too
And let you know all the battles I had to get through
You could ask track and sheep, how I had to eat
of motherfuckers up, yup, I had the streets
But ain't no in battlin', and I had to eat
I could reckless, but I had to make a hit record
And now I make hit record after hit
And I make get naked
Like check it,
I just my lips on some LL shit,
And then I make 'em laugh, on some David shit,
And they be on some go to the hotel shit,
I 'em hard dick on some just got out of jail shit
The innocent man, in the can
But I never a statement, never been on the stand
And I'm now, but that been in the plans
it's all about the benjamins man,
talk,
And you can't walk in my timbalands man,
And my sneaks don't fit you, the streets fuck with you
I sip champagne and I back shots,
And I smoke pot the color of a Jacks box,
I rap but I sold rock,
And had the block jumpin' like the frog on the honey box,
You dig
Bagz!