Luyện nghe bài hát Body Bagz

Cory
Get Ready. Get Steady.
Spaghetti Shredded.
Heavy debted. Credit
For you get jelly-spread.
The let me let it.
go Lindsey at it.
coke with envy.
n Nicole n Britney's habit.
Cass, a Lotta rappers seem militant, n be itchin' .
puttin nuthin but wood on da shelves like a cabinet.
cause if i da static. i peel the matic. they'll getta static.
the cal. will go sporadic. now its not so
come to no establishment.
U broke-nose, for tryin' to jones my Ozone.
behold
shit im as an Afghani terrorist
im poppa's when im trying to bring yall Hailly Marias
Take a at reading braille, stare at dis.
u live M.O.B. . . u nuthin but a queer therapist.
my M.O.B. get that money. even no T. no penalty.
when no C. dinero B. That all i see mentally.
i shift from manual to automatic physically.
chemistry infiltrate my men in street.
we in Da - you industry.
LARCENY, militia Nigga 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 probably hancock
I'm not a rat, me? Talkin' to the damn
It's like Lewis eatin' hamhocks
I'm a gorilla, but I'm slicker than a fox
Been cool pre-school, playin' 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 from Japan, na', but it just look 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 still the HK, keep the razor with me
I ball hard, so other ballers is afraid to me
'Cause if I get fouled I'll probably the tech
And you can be the next dude that I shoot to
I wild-out, but if I out, I'll shoot 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, ever since O put a in my hand
I been the man, you should put the on my dome
I'm on the phone, havin' conference calls, millionaires
Yeah, look I accomplished, y'all
And I tryin' to take your life, I got a conscience, y'all
the law send you up north, like a compass, y'all
I was seventeen livin' out with y'all
I sign the rough with a flow that was bonkers y'all
I can't even lie, you ask DMY
You ask swiss too, SP and kiss too
You ask DMX, the female 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
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
Like check it,
I lick my lips 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 got out of jail shit
The man, been in the can
But I never a statement, never been on the stand
And I'm independant now, but that been in the
'Cause it's all about the man,
talk,
And you dudes can't walk in my man,
And my sneaks fit you, the streets don't fuck with you
I sip and I throw back shots,
And I smoke pot the color of a Apple box,
I rap but I crack rock,
And had the block jumpin' the frog on the honey smacks box,
You dig
Bagz!