Luyện nghe bài hát In the Bag

So this the music that made white mad
Yeah, the shit to blow your speakers out
This the you dream about
You can have the world, up for grabs
Leave with everything 'cause is in the bag

When I was younger, I was a little wild motherfucker
Tryna be like all the on television
They had all the bitches I wanted, all the cars and all the extras
Anything money could buy, was spending millions
I was tryna get to pimping, I was tryna blow up talking
That boy got the in him, swear he need a exorcism
I'm all by myself, got no
Keep it in a world that's filled with politicians
You want to talk your problems
Don't you wish the you lived was motherfucking awesome
Don't you wish you had all the pussy, too much you could spend
You could get away and never see your shitty life

So this the music that made white mad
Yeah, the shit to blow your speakers out
This the you dream about
You can the world, it's up for grabs
with everything 'cause everything is in the bag

We never with this shit
Here we come with shit
I ain't stressing, I ain't worried nothing, don't trip
It's amazing all the shit that I be coming out
is real, tell 'em chill
Keep on bumping my

All my life I been a up, never did anything right
why everyday I'm fucked up
My mom pray to Jesus
Asking to save me (Somebody save that boy)
But I'm way too motherfucking crazy (No one can save boy)
All the kids is doing (Drugs)
They just want to break the law and someone to fuck
(They find someone to fuck)
doing as they told (Little bad ass kids)
Everyone out of control (Fuck it, just how it is)
I'm self made, came true, I'm a miracle
Every time I put my dick a bitch, it's spiritual
Got the whip that say wealthy on my wheel
Brand new model bitch made me waffles and some
That's what I call a good
Your mom an extra job just to get you Jordans
so you could show up at your school looking fresh and
I don't know you, but me, I'm important (I'm so gorgeous)
You got money in pocket, you the shit
You got everything you want and bitches on your
A couple grand got you feeling the man
Everybody tall til they trip
They cut the check, you had to go and cop the whip
up to your ex's crib and tell her she ain't shit
There's just something about the money, a motherfucker crazy
When I die, bury me in my Mercedes, god

So this the music that white people mad
Yeah, this the shit to blow your out
This the you dream about
You can have the world, up for grabs
Leave with 'cause everything is in the bag

We done with this shit
Here we come with that
I ain't stressing, I ain't bout nothing, don't trip
It's all the shit that I be coming out with
is real, tell 'em chill
Keep on bumping my

Bumping my
Bumping my
Bumping my
my shit