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 Richie n habit.
Cass, a Lotta rappers seem militant, n be itchin' .
puttin nuthin but wood on da shelves a kitchen cabinet.
cause if i da static. i peel the matic. they'll getta static.
the cal. will go sporadic. now its not so
to no compatible establishment.
U broke-nose, for tryin' to mike my Ozone.
behold
im feared as an Afghani terrorist
im poppa's tool when im trying to bring yall Hailly
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 money. even no T. no penalty.
when no C. that B. That all i see mentally.
i y'all from manual to automatic physically.
chemistry infiltrate my men in street.
we in Da - you industry.
LARCENY, militia march wit us.
if not, Cass put em on sum whole nother from us.
Bagz!

I got my hand on my damn
Cause man, I copped a gun so big it could probably hancock
I'm not a rat, me? Talkin' to the cops
It's like Lewis 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 to hand-to-hand, 'n I could stand on the block sellin' gram after gram
And no I'm not from Japan, na', but it just 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 keep the HK, keep the razor with me
I ball hard, so other is afraid to stick me
'Cause if I get fouled I'll shoot the tech
And you can be the dude that I shoot to death
I wild-out, but if I foul out, shoot the ref
I'm happy when I'm in the coupe, but the roof
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 put the crown on my dome
I'm on the phone, havin' conference calls, millionaires
Yeah, look what I accomplished,
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 youngers
I sign the rough riders a flow that was bonkers y'all
I can't 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 know all the I had to get through
You could ask track and sheep, how I had to eat
Thousands of motherfuckers up, yup, I had the
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 make hit record hit record
And I chicks get naked
Like check it,
I just my lips on some LL shit,
And then I 'em laugh, on some David Chappelle shit,
And they be on let's go to the hotel shit,
I 'em hard dick on some just 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
it's all about the benjamins man,
talk,
And you can't walk in my timbalands man,
And my sneaks don't fit you, the don't fuck with you
I sip champagne and I back shots,
And I smoke pot the color of a Apple box,
I rap but I crack rock,
And had the block like the frog on the honey smacks box,
You dig
Bagz!