Luyện nghe bài hát In the Bag

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

When I was younger, I was just a little motherfucker
be like all the people on television
They had all the bitches that I wanted, all the cars and all the
Anything money could buy, was spending millions
I was tryna get to pimping, I was tryna up talking demolition
That boy got the devil in him, 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 about problems
Don't you wish the you lived was motherfucking awesome
Don't you wish you had all the pussy, too money you could spend
You could get away and see your shitty life again

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

We never done with shit
we come with that shit
I stressing, I ain't worried 'bout nothing, don't trip
amazing all the shit that I be coming out with
Shit is real, 'em chill
Keep on my shit

All my I been a fuck up, never did anything right
That's why everyday I'm up
My mom pray to Jesus
Asking somebody to me (Somebody save that boy)
But I'm way too motherfucking crazy (No one can save boy)
All the is doing drugs (Drugs)
They just want to the law and find someone to fuck
(They wanna someone to fuck)
Nobody doing as they (Little bad ass kids)
out of control (Fuck it, that's just how it is)
I'm self made, dream true, I'm a miracle
Every time I put my inside a bitch, it's spiritual
Got the whip that say on my steering wheel
Brand new model bitch me waffles and some cereal
That's what I call a morning
Your mom an extra job just to get you Jordans
Just so you could show up at your school fresh and
I don't know you, but me, I'm important (I'm so gorgeous)
You got money in your pocket, you the
You got everything you want and bitches on your
A couple grand got you like the man
Everybody tall til they trip
They cut the check, you had to go and cop the whip
Drive up to your ex's crib and tell her she ain't
There's something about the money, make a motherfucker crazy
I die, bury me in my Mercedes, god damn

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

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

my shit
Bumping my
Bumping my
Bumping my