Luyện nghe bài hát 1 Million Bottlebags

1 million bottlebags 'em
Think they can the ounce an' it get 'em
Yo, spend 288 million
Sittin' there for the fizz
An' don't what the fuck it is

An' oh, lemme tell you 'bout
He about seventeen, like 40
Treats his 40 dog better his G
When he a big B O T T L E
Oh, he tha liquor

But look, Shorty get sicker
Year year
While he's it's beer
But not, but he got it in his gut
So what the fuck, yo nigga, up?

Now he's hostile to a lookin' out
But I ain't mad, I know what he
He's just a slave to the an' the can
'Cause that's his man, the malt man

1 million bottlebags, my bottle?
1 million bottlebags, what the are they drinkin'?
1 bottlebags, gimme my bottle?
1 bottlebags, what the hell are they drinkin'?

1 bottlebags, so where's my bottle?
1 million bottlebags, what the are they drinkin'?
1 million bottlebags, my bottle?
1 million bottlebags, what the hell are drinkin'?

1 million count 'em all
man gets happy
Watch the killas 8 ball
know a damn thing, but his breath stinkin'
Then I ask a question you
What the is you drinkin'?

He don't but it flow
Out the in a cup
He it gettin' fucked up
Like we ain't up already
See the man they call Crazy
Liquor man with the in his hand

He the liquor man ten to begin
Wit' no an' he run
To get his rearranged
Serve it to the homies an' able
To do a table
what's inside, ain't on the label

They it thinkin' it's good
But they don't sell that
In the white neighborhood, exposin' the
get mad at me, I understand
They're slaves to the man

1 bottlebags, where's my bottle?
1 million bottlebags, the hell are they drinkin'?
1 million bottlebags, yo, wassup my bottle?
1 million bottlebags, what the are they drinkin'?

1 bottlebags, yo, I need my bottle
1 million bottlebags, what the are they drinkin'?
1 million bottlebags, somebody's gotta my bottle?
1 million bottlebags, the hell are they drinkin'?

Back to my Shorty
He can drink it
An' think nuttin' it
it around an' get tha 40 dog buzz
At the same
Shorty can't remember day it was

Say I'm is fact
Genocide kickin' in yo
How many have you seen
A black fight a
After drinkin' down a
Or a malt six-pack

Malt liquor
What it is, is bullshit
45 gun to the brain
sellin' us pain
In the hood another up to no
Plan designed by the other man

But who drink it water
One an' on, till the reorder it
Brothers cry broke but they affordin' it
Sippin' it drink it down, oh, no
poison but they don't know

It to be wine, a dollar an' a dime
Same man, drinkin' time
They could be as hell
An' give a damn
But still be a sucker to the man