Luyện nghe bài hát Body Bagz

Cory
Get Ready. Get Steady.
Bloody Shredded.
Heavy debted. Credit
For you get jelly-spread.
The let me let it.
go Lindsey at it.
addicts with envy.
n Nicole Richie n habit.
Cass, a rappers seem militant, n be itchin' addicts .
puttin nuthin but wood on da shelves a kitchen cabinet.
cause if i da static. i peel the matic. they'll getta static.
the cal. go sporadic. now its not so radical
to no compatible establishment.
U broke-nose, for tryin' to mike my Ozone.
behold
shit im as an Afghani terrorist
im poppa's tool when im trying to bring yall Hailly
Take a at reading braille, stare at dis.
u dont live M.O.B. . . u 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 y'all from manual to automatic physically.
chemistry infiltrate my men in street.
we in Da - you industry.
LARCENY, militia Nigga wit us.
if not, put em on sum whole 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
It's like Lewis Fericon eatin'
I'm a gorilla, but I'm slicker a damn fox
Been since pre-school, playin' in the sandbox
I'm a hustla, I used to hand-to-hand, 'n I could stand on the block gram after gram
And no I'm not Japan, na', but it just look like it's asian in me, 'cause I got the hazy with me
I been to jail, I got a couple days up in me
But I keep the HK, keep the razor with me
I ball hard, so ballers is afraid to stick me
'Cause if I get fouled I'll shoot the tech
And you can be the next dude that I to death
I wild-out, but if I foul out, I'll the ref
I'm happy I'm in the coupe, but the roof depressed
'Cause I put them down in the trunk, where I put them now
I got dough, ever since O put a in my hand
I been the man, you should put the crown on my
I'm on the phone, conference calls, with millionaires
Yeah, look I accomplished, y'all
And I ain't tryin' to your life, I got a conscience, y'all
Plus the law send you up north, like a compass,
I was livin' out with youngers y'all
I sign the rough riders with a flow that was bonkers
I can't even lie, you ask DMY
You could ask too, SP and kiss too
You could ask DMX, the pitt too
And they'll let you know all the I had to get through
You could ask and sheep, about how I had to eat
Thousands of motherfuckers up, yup, I had the
But no money in battlin', and I had to eat
I spit reckless, but I had to make a hit record
And now I make hit record hit record
And I make chicks get
this check it,
I just my lips on some LL shit,
And then I make 'em laugh, on David Chappelle shit,
And they be on some go to the hotel shit,
I Give 'em dick on some just got out of jail shit
The innocent man, in the can
But I never made a statement, never on the stand
And I'm independant now, but that been in the
'Cause all about the benjamins man,
talk,
And you dudes can't in my timbalands man,
And my sneaks don't fit you, the don't fuck with you
I sip and I throw back shots,
And I pot the color of a Apple Jacks box,
I rap but I sold rock,
And had the block jumpin' like the on the honey smacks box,
You dig
Bagz!