Luyện nghe bài hát Goodie Bag

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

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

A stew of empty gas in my
A buck thirty lookin' ugly think but it gonna stop no show
Ol' puttin' a buzz in you ear
gonna snow or maybe perhaps sleet

Rap up the beat barely made it to your wake
Lookin' Mr. Fisher, dickie down no suit, no tie
Niggaz ain't 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 jack lumbers on tha

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

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

See, I wonder will I walk tha streets in
And not have to make from 254
Uh, somebody please turn the lights on 166
I can't see where tha fuck I'm
I do shit but get mad
I can't keep get 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 don't matter 'cuz how I feel might be
From thoughts I had in the
Now I struggle to reach the sky, why try so
If all I'ma get is on
'Cause life at the ain't hittin' on shit

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

First of all, I stand a little more than 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 steppin' to me incorrectly

But yet when nigga's feel they can deal
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 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 through speaker

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

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

I forget my nigga's Jo, T-Mo and Gipp
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 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, the flavor you taste

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

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

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

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