Luyện nghe bài hát Goodie Bag

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

Cuz' you know me me left hand dap
P funk be shot gun escort your window broke out son
A cool breeze got my lips chap mornin' some
in my bread basket gap contain X marks the spot
Twain O.C. the cut

A stew of gas in my tank
A thirty lookin' ugly think but it ain't gonna stop no show
Ol' puttin' a buzz in you ear
It's gonna snow or maybe perhaps

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

Today was 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, three lumbers on tha loose

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

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

See, I wonder will I walk tha streets in
And not to make bond from 254
Uh, will please turn the lights on 166
I can't see where tha I'm going
I can't do but get mad
I can't keep get and his uncle out my fuckin' Goodie Bag

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

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

But of these folks is gettin' rich
I know about mines, unwind, can't take at times through
The same drama that got me here in this state of
in the summer time

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

But yet still nigga's feel they can deal
I split yo' ass up for real
'Cause we the maniacs with the chunky Goodie
So I carry an ax, but I still swing low with the lumber jax trax

Are made by Organo-i-z-e
Why we coolin' in the ain't gettin' paid
For chillin', illin' to do what I got to do
To come through your

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

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

I can't forget my nigga's Jo, and Gipp
Ha, ha, ha, well, Scott, is he a thief?
It seems like he has a fulla gold teeth
I smile because your eyes can't take the

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 when I'm on the microphone it's a damn
How you don't what I'm saying to you
And I'm the C, the double E from the Mo Crew
I'm coming through, I'm comin' true, ooh I can't stop

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

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

Put some fire on 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
'Cause in da swat's red don't drip or bleed