Luyện nghe bài hát Goodie Bag

Put some fire on ass end of dat weed
'Cause in da swat's red hots don't or bleed
Put some fire on ass end of dat weed
'Cause in da swat's red hots drip or bleed

Cuz' you me givin' me left hand dap
P funk be ridin' shot gun escort your broke out son
A cool breeze got my lips mornin' slap some
Soul in my basket gap contain X marks the spot
O.C. the cut layin'

A stew of empty gas in my
A buck lookin' ugly think but it ain't gonna stop no show
Ol' burd a buzz in you ear
It's gonna snow or maybe sleet

Rap up the outside barely made it to your wake
Lookin' Mr. Fisher, dickie down no suit, no tie
Niggaz ain't gonna be to just get by no mo'
You leavin' the 254

was good to me
I went to the Goodwill the ten dollar bill
Got that Fog out tha back paid tha man
Me and and T-Boo, three jack lumbers on tha loose

Cut ass Lo like Cee, be under tha water
Half these figures around me be New
Now what the fuck has politician did for you
Complain, complain but Mr. ain't gon' change
ribb your ass up just to gut your pockets out

I heard put two G's up for some folks
That they found in they beat up
And I don't discuss that color scheme that fall on
'Cuz tha scheme that they on don't match wit my tone

See, I wonder will I tha streets in 1995
And not have to make from 254
Uh, will somebody please the lights on 166
I can't see tha fuck I'm going
I do shit but get mad
I can't get Billie and his uncle out my fuckin' Goodie Bag

Without shank you can't thank
your niggas you up the creek
Stank with a ass of ore
Takin' what I say for it's worth

It matter 'cuz how I feel might be triggered
From thoughts I had in the
Now I struggle to the sky, why try so hard
If all get is spit on
'Cause life at the bottom ain't hittin' on

But some of these is gettin' rich
I know about mines, unwind, can't at times going through
The same that got me here in this state of mind
Red-hot in the time

First of all, I stand a little more five feet tall
But we can still brawl nigga, I ain't at all
I guess you niggas know or can't see
That it even wise steppin' to me incorrectly

But yet still when nigga's feel they can
I will split yo' ass up for
'Cause we the with the chunky Goodie sac's
So I don't carry an ax, but I still low with the lumber jax trax

Are being made by
Why we coolin' in the shade ain't paid
For chillin', illin' willin' to do I got to do
To come your speaker

Cee-Lo, he will never come
Uniquer a lot of emcees out today
I'm more than careful about what I say
When I pick up a microphone on

Them leave me alone, I'm in my zone
Prone to snap if you offer me a
it when them chunky hoes can dance
I'll enhance the microphone it's in my grip, I do not slip

I can't my nigga's Jo, T-Mo and Gipp
Ha, ha, ha, well, Great Scott, is he a
It seems he has a mouth fulla gold teeth
I smile because your eyes take the glare

But Cee-Lo, him don't care, I cut off all my
And everybody stop and stare we come in the place
And I can get on the mic no time to waste
Get up in yo' face, kick the flavor you taste

And I'm on the microphone it's a damn disgrace
How you don't comprehend what I'm to you
And I'm the C, the double E from the Goodie Mo
I'm coming through, I'm comin' true, ooh I even stop

Cee-Lo B, I'm down wit that nigga pop, pop, pop
And my Mike L and Bert P and my nigga Pretty Ken
You know he down me
We from Atlanta, G-A, that is we stay
I'm diggin' all in the Bag each 'n ever day
Ooh,

Put some on that ass, end of dat weed
in da swat's red hots don't drip or bleed
Put fire on that ass, end of dat weed
'Cause in da swat's red don't drip or bleed

Put some fire on ass, end of dat weed
in da swat's red hots don't drip or bleed
Put fire on that ass, end of dat weed
'Cause in da swat's red don't drip or bleed

Put fire on that ass end of dat weed
'Cause in da swat's red hots drip or bleed
Put some fire on ass end of dat weed
'Cause in da red hots don't drip or bleed