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 medley at it.
addicts with envy.
n Nicole Richie n habit.
Cass, a Lotta seem militant, n be itchin' addicts .
nuthin but wood on da shelves like a kitchen cabinet.
cause if i feel da static. i peel the matic. they'll static.
the cal. go sporadic. now its not so radical
come to no establishment.
U broke-nose, for tryin' to mike my Ozone.
embarrassment
shit im feared as an Afghani
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 cant my men in street.
we in Da - you industry.
LARCENY, militia Nigga wit us.
if not, Cass put em on sum whole nother chart us.
Bagz!

I got my hand on my cock
Cause man, I copped a gun so big it could probably kill
I'm not a rat, me? Talkin' to the damn
It's Lewis Fericon eatin' hamhocks
I'm a gorilla, but I'm slicker than a fox
Been cool since pre-school, in the sandbox
I'm a hustla, I used to hand-to-hand, 'n I could stand on the sellin' 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 hundred days up in me
But I still the HK, keep the razor with me
I ball hard, so other is afraid to stick me
if I get fouled I'll probably shoot the tech
And you can be the next dude that I 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
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 the man, you should put the crown on my dome
I'm on the phone, havin' conference calls, with
Yeah, look I accomplished, y'all
And I ain't to take your 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 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 all the battles 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 could spit reckless, but I had to a hit record
And now I hit record after hit record
And I make get naked
Like this it,
I just lick my lips on LL shit,
And I make 'em laugh, on some 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 man, been in the can
But I made a statement, never been on the stand
And I'm now, but that been in the plans
'Cause it's all about the 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 champagne and I throw 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!