Luyện nghe bài hát Body Bagz

Cory
Get Ready. Get Steady.
Spaghetti Shredded.
Heavy debted. deadly
For you get jelly-spread.
The let me let it.
go medley at it.
coke with envy.
n Richie n Britney's habit.
Cass, a Lotta rappers seem militant, n be itchin' .
puttin nuthin but wood on da shelves a kitchen cabinet.
if i feel da static. i peel the matic. they'll getta static.
the cal. go sporadic. now its not so radical
come to no establishment.
U broke-nose, for tryin' to mike my Ozone.
behold
shit im as an Afghani terrorist
im poppa's tool when im to bring yall Hailly Marias
Take a at reading braille, stare at dis.
u live M.O.B. . . u nuthin but a queer therapist.
Nigga my M.O.B. get money. even no T. no penalty.
when no C. that B. That all i see mentally.
i shift y'all from to automatic physically.
chemistry cant my men in street.
we in Da - you industry.
LARCENY, Nigga march wit us.
if not, Cass put em on sum whole chart from us.
Bagz!

I got my hand on my cock
Cause man, I copped a gun so big it could kill hancock
I'm not a rat, me? to the damn cops
It's like Lewis Fericon eatin'
I'm a gorilla, but I'm slicker a damn 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 gram
And no I'm not from Japan, na', but it just look like it's asian in me, I got the hazy with me
I been to jail, I got a couple days up in me
But I still keep the HK, keep the razor me
I hard, so other ballers is afraid to stick me
'Cause if I get fouled probably shoot 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
I always put them down in the trunk, where I put them now
I got dough, since O put a pound in my hand
I been the man, you should put the crown on my
I'm on the phone, havin' conference calls, millionaires
Yeah, look what I accomplished,
And I ain't tryin' to take life, I got a conscience, y'all
Plus the law send you up north, like a compass,
I was seventeen livin' out youngers y'all
I sign the rough with a flow that was bonkers y'all
I can't even lie, you ask DMY
You could ask swiss too, SP and too
You could ask DMX, the pitt too
And they'll let you know all the battles I had to get
You could ask and sheep, about 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 spit reckless, but I had to a hit record
And now I make hit record hit record
And I chicks get naked
this check it,
I just lick my 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 Give 'em dick on some just got out of jail shit
The man, been in the can
But I never made a statement, never been on the
And I'm independant now, but been in the plans
'Cause all about the benjamins man,
talk,
And you dudes can't in my timbalands man,
And my sneaks don't fit you, the streets don't fuck you
I sip and I throw back shots,
And I smoke pot the of a Apple Jacks box,
I rap but I crack rock,
And had the block jumpin' like the frog on the smacks box,
You dig
Bagz!