Luyện nghe bài hát Goodie Bag

Put some 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
'Cause in da red hots don't drip or bleed

Cuz' you know me me left hand dap
P funk be ridin' gun escort your window broke out son
A cool breeze got my lips mornin' slap some
Soul in my bread 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' burd puttin' a in you ear
It's gonna snow or maybe perhaps

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

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

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

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

See, I wonder will I walk tha 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 can't do but get mad
I can't keep get Billie and his out my fuckin' Goodie Bag

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

It don't matter how I feel might be triggered
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 some of these folks is rich
I know about mines, unwind, can't take at times going
The same drama that got me in this state of mind
Red-hot in the time

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

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

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

Cee-Lo, he will never weaker
Uniquer than a lot of emcees out
Because I'm more than 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 me a chance
Like it when chunky hoes can dance
enhance the microphone 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 he has a mouth fulla gold teeth
I smile because your eyes can't take the

But Cee-Lo, him care, I cut off all my hair
And everybody stop and stare when we come in the
And I can get on the mic wit' no to waste
Get up in yo' face, kick the flavor you taste

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

It's Cee-Lo B, I'm down wit that pop, pop, pop
And my nigga Mike L and 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 Goodie Bag each 'n day
Ooh,

Put some 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 don't drip or

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