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 shit you about
You can have the world, up for grabs
with everything 'cause everything is in the bag

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

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

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

All my life I been a fuck up, did anything right
That's why everyday I'm up
My mom pray to Christ
Asking somebody to save me (Somebody save boy)
But I'm way too motherfucking crazy (No one can that boy)
All the kids is drugs (Drugs)
They just to break the law and find someone to fuck
(They wanna find to fuck)
Nobody as they told (Little bad ass kids)
Everyone out of control (Fuck it, that's how it is)
I'm self made, came true, I'm a miracle
Every time I put my dick inside a bitch, it's
Got the whip that say on my steering wheel
Brand new model bitch made me waffles and 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 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 couple grand got you feeling the man
Everybody walking tall til trip
They cut the check, you had to go and cop the whip
Drive up to ex's crib and tell her she ain't shit
There's just something about the money, make a crazy
When I die, me in my Mercedes, god damn

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

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

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Bumping my
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