Luyện nghe bài hát In the Bag

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

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

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

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

All my life I a fuck up, never did anything right
That's why I'm fucked up
My mom pray to Christ
Asking somebody to me (Somebody save that boy)
But I'm way too motherfucking crazy (No one can that boy)
All the kids is doing (Drugs)
They just want to the law and find someone to fuck
(They find someone to fuck)
Nobody doing as told (Little bad ass kids)
Everyone out of control (Fuck it, that's how it is)
I'm made, dream came true, I'm a miracle
Every time I put my inside a bitch, it's spiritual
Got the whip that say wealthy on my wheel
Brand new model bitch made me waffles and cereal
That's what I a good morning
Your mom work an extra job just to get you
Just so you could show up at school looking fresh and
I don't know 'bout you, but me, I'm (I'm so gorgeous)
You got money in pocket, you the shit
You got you want and bitches on your dick
A grand got you feeling 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
just something about the money, make a motherfucker crazy
When I die, me in my Mercedes, god damn

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

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

Bumping my
my shit
Bumping my
Bumping my