Luyện nghe bài hát My Bag

Hey I was my bag
a 20 storey non stop snow storm
Pirrelli calender girls wrestling in body
My swimming with poetry and prose
Excuse me one whilst I powder my nose
Me and my good thing are just as close as can be
We up sleep at the age of 17
My world's getting bigger as my eyesight gets
I can't see the lines on my board
What about
I don't let stuff in my house
This is the glamorous life there's no time for around
Lord have mercy I know I'm doing
I don't need an alibi I a fire escape and an open window
It's my problem it's I can't deal with
I'm not chasing just jogging baby
What's bag?
million dollar jam
Got some traffic yessir in my
speed cops burning up my dust roads
My baby me heck ain`t that a shame
over in the corner with my new best friend
I'm doing fine with my whisky and
And meet me in the john john meet me in the john
Lord mercy
...what's bag?
Spin spin whisky and gin I for my art
Bartender I got mushrooms growing in my yard
Fix me a quart of petrol clams on the half
Feels like prohibition baby me the hard sell
More give me more give me more more
I'm your yes man yes maam I'm yes man
have mercy...