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 Lindsey at it.
addicts with envy.
n Nicole Richie n habit.
Cass, a Lotta rappers seem militant, n be itchin' .
nuthin but wood on da shelves like a kitchen cabinet.
cause if i da static. i peel the matic. they'll getta static.
the cal. go sporadic. now its not so radical
to no compatible establishment.
U broke-nose, for tryin' to mike my Ozone.
embarrassment
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 dont live M.O.B. . . u nuthin but a therapist.
my M.O.B. get that money. even no T. no penalty.
when no C. that dinero B. all i see mentally.
i shift y'all from manual to 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 on my damn cock
Cause man, I a gun so big it could probably kill hancock
I'm not a rat, me? Talkin' to the cops
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 on the block sellin' gram after gram
And no I'm not from Japan, na', but it just look like it's asian in me, 'cause I got the with me
I been to jail, I got a couple days up in me
But I still keep the HK, keep the with me
I ball hard, so ballers is afraid to stick me
'Cause if I get fouled I'll probably shoot the
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 been the man, you should put the on my dome
I'm on the phone, conference calls, with millionaires
Yeah, what 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 out with youngers y'all
I sign the rough with a flow that was bonkers y'all
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 and sheep, about how I had to eat
Thousands of 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 make chicks get
this check it,
I just lick my lips on LL shit,
And then I make 'em laugh, on David Chappelle shit,
And be on some let's go to the hotel shit,
I Give 'em dick on some just got out of jail shit
The innocent man, in the can
But I never made a statement, never been on the
And I'm independant now, but that in the plans
'Cause it's all about the man,
talk,
And you can't walk in my timbalands man,
And my sneaks don't fit you, the streets fuck with you
I sip and I throw back shots,
And I pot the color of a Apple Jacks box,
I rap but I crack rock,
And had the block jumpin' the frog on the honey smacks box,
You dig
Bagz!