Luyện nghe bài hát Goodie Bag

Put some fire on that ass end of dat
'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 don't drip or

Cuz' you know me me left hand dap
P funk be ridin' shot gun your window broke out son
A cool breeze got my lips chap 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 thirty lookin' ugly 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
like Mr. Fisher, dickie down no suit, no tie
Niggaz ain't gonna be able to get by no mo'
You the hotel 254

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

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

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

See, I wonder I walk tha streets in 1995
And not have to make from 254
Uh, will please turn 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

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

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

But some of folks is gettin' rich
I know about mines, unwind, can't take at going through
The drama that got me here in this state of mind
Red-hot in the summer

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

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

Are being by Organo-i-z-e
Why we coolin' in the shade gettin' paid
For chillin', illin' willin' to do I got to do
To come your speaker

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

Them better 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 when it's in my grip, I do not slip

I can't forget my nigga's Jo, T-Mo and
Ha, ha, ha, well, Scott, is he a thief?
It seems like he has a mouth gold teeth
I smile because your eyes can't 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 right up in yo' face, kick the 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

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

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

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