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 Lindsey at it.
addicts with envy.
n Nicole n Britney's habit.
Cass, a Lotta rappers seem militant, n be itchin' .
nuthin but wood on da shelves like a kitchen cabinet.
cause if i feel da static. i peel the matic. getta static.
the cal. will go sporadic. now its not so
to no compatible establishment.
U broke-nose, for to mike jones my Ozone.
behold
shit im as an Afghani terrorist
im poppa's when im trying to bring yall Hailly Marias
Take a risk at braille, stare at dis.
u dont M.O.B. . . u nuthin but a queer therapist.
Nigga my M.O.B. get money. even no T. no penalty.
when no C. dinero B. That all i see mentally.
i shift y'all from to automatic physically.
chemistry infiltrate my men in street.
we in Da - you industry.
LARCENY, Nigga march wit us.
if not, Cass put em on sum whole nother chart 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? Talkin' to the damn
It's like Lewis Fericon eatin'
I'm a gorilla, but I'm slicker a damn fox
Been cool pre-school, playin' in the sandbox
I'm a hustla, I used to hand-to-hand, 'n I could on the block sellin' gram after gram
And no I'm not from Japan, na', but it just look like asian 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, 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 next that I shoot to death
I wild-out, but if I out, I'll shoot the ref
I'm when 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, ever since O put a pound in my
I the man, you should put the crown on my dome
I'm on the phone, havin' conference calls, 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 y'all
I sign the rough riders with a flow that was bonkers
I can't lie, you could ask DMY
You could ask swiss too, SP and too
You ask DMX, the female pitt too
And they'll let you all the battles I had to get through
You could ask track and sheep, how I had to eat
Thousands of up, yup, I had the streets
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 get naked
this check it,
I just lick my on some LL shit,
And I make '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 shit
The innocent man, in the can
But I never a statement, never been on the stand
And I'm independant now, but been in the plans
'Cause it's all about the man,
talk,
And you can't walk in my timbalands man,
And my sneaks fit you, the streets don't fuck with you
I sip champagne and I throw shots,
And I pot the color of a Apple Jacks box,
I rap but I crack rock,
And had the jumpin' like the frog on the honey smacks box,
You dig
Bagz!