Luyện nghe bài hát Body Bagz

Cory
Get Ready. Get Steady.
Bloody Shredded.
Heavy debted. deadly
For you get jelly-spread.
The let me let it.
go medley at it.
coke with envy.
n Nicole n Britney's habit.
Cass, a Lotta seem militant, n be itchin' addicts .
puttin but wood on da shelves like a kitchen cabinet.
cause if i feel da static. i 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 jones my Ozone.
behold
shit im feared as an Afghani
im poppa's tool when im to bring yall Hailly Marias
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 shift from manual to automatic physically.
chemistry cant my men in street.
we in Da - you industry.
LARCENY, militia march wit us.
if not, Cass put em on sum whole chart from us.
Bagz!

I got my hand on my damn
man, I copped a gun so big it could probably kill hancock
I'm not a rat, me? to the damn cops
It's like Lewis 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' gram after
And no I'm not from Japan, na', but it just look like it's in me, 'cause I got the hazy with me
I been to jail, I got a hundred days up in me
But I still keep the HK, the razor with me
I ball hard, so other is afraid to stick me
'Cause if I get fouled I'll probably the tech
And you can be the dude that I shoot 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 always put them down in the trunk, I put them now
I got dough, since O put a pound in my hand
I the man, you should put the crown on my dome
I'm on the phone, conference calls, with millionaires
Yeah, look what I accomplished,
And I ain't tryin' to take your life, I got a conscience,
Plus the law send you up north, a compass, y'all
I was seventeen livin' out with youngers
I the rough riders with a flow that was bonkers y'all
I even lie, you could ask DMY
You could ask swiss too, SP and too
You could ask DMX, the female too
And they'll let you all the battles I had to get through
You ask track and sheep, about how I had to eat
Thousands of up, yup, I had the streets
But ain't no in battlin', and I had to eat
I spit reckless, but I had to make a hit record
And now I hit record after hit record
And I make chicks get
Like this it,
I just lick my on some LL shit,
And then I 'em laugh, on some David Chappelle shit,
And be on some let's go to the hotel shit,
I Give 'em hard dick on some just got out of jail
The innocent man, in the can
But I made a statement, never been on the stand
And I'm independant now, but that in the plans
'Cause it's all the benjamins man,
talk,
And you dudes can't walk in my man,
And my sneaks don't fit you, the streets fuck with you
I sip champagne and I throw 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 smacks box,
You dig
Bagz!