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.
coke with envy.
n Nicole Richie n habit.
Cass, a rappers seem militant, n be itchin' addicts .
puttin nuthin but wood on da shelves 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.
embarrassment
shit im feared as an 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 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 manual 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 chart from 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? to the damn cops
It's Lewis Fericon eatin' hamhocks
I'm a gorilla, but I'm slicker a damn fox
cool since pre-school, playin' 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 look it's asian in me, 'cause I got the hazy with me
I been to jail, I got a couple hundred up in me
But I still keep the HK, keep the with me
I ball hard, so other ballers is to stick me
'Cause if I get fouled probably shoot the tech
And you can be the dude that I shoot to death
I wild-out, but if I out, I'll shoot the ref
I'm happy when I'm in the coupe, but the roof
'Cause I always put down in the trunk, where I put them now
I got dough, ever O put a pound in my hand
I been the man, you should put the on my dome
I'm on the phone, havin' calls, with millionaires
Yeah, what 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, like a compass,
I was livin' out with youngers y'all
I sign the rough riders with a flow was bonkers y'all
I can't even lie, you ask DMY
You could ask swiss too, SP and too
You ask DMX, the female pitt too
And they'll let you know all the battles I had to get
You ask track and sheep, about how I had to eat
of motherfuckers up, yup, I had the streets
But no money in battlin', and I had to eat
I could reckless, but I had to make a hit record
And now I make hit record hit record
And I make chicks get
Like check it,
I lick my lips on some LL shit,
And then I make 'em laugh, on David Chappelle shit,
And they be on some let's go to the shit,
I 'em hard dick on some just got out of jail shit
The innocent man, in the can
But I never a statement, never been on the stand
And I'm independant now, but that in the plans
'Cause it's all the benjamins 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 sold rock,
And had the block jumpin' like the frog on the honey box,
You dig
Bagz!