Luyện nghe bài hát 20 Bag Shorty

no more reasonable doubt im provin to be da illest MC wrong wit ya
skills cause yall aint movin me im who u see musically when u want it
done hot u to meanzlest infratillity stop i paint pictures beatufully but
niggaz is near sighted dont worry about plageris it'll take em years to it
which the greatest fears i dont write it it just appears outta no where da
information contain by the phycic like it or not i pay dues and to be
back why da fuck should i freestyle im gettin paid to rap i slang a track
laid back almost its a sin tell ya god somebody's doin a good job
impersonatin him J-Hova game from da range rover what da fuck is yall
in da third lane get over slow ya rode up i got it sewed up like a tella
relatively easy like jerry hella cream is cherry got chicks in da telli
belly up soundin like mayhelia tryna tell yall yall know da style da town
down and change the im doin da same shit except its legit

got a twenty cart shorty play dat shit you owe me twenty baby better pay
dat shit got twenty bag son better blaze dat shit they said i wasn't
twenty but i made dat

pimp gotti get da dues in them double down like them wit tips who tops
down bricks who get money quick see me representin bomb city on da block
and mic before they get a mill i sold pills all night the illest life got
my on fate cause even im tour nigga still aint safe i keep a tre eight on
my left a L for stress countin dirt bag lex i be da X like malcom puff
for now dunn east side wit tons of guns u keep it real where u from
cause where u at might put da dagger in yo back its like wit yo homey dat
be on crack and fat my know my styles phat like hoes in da L Darodo my
mine fuck em duck em any thing but da main gun i dont trust em

move wit da nigga huh frum man chilla burge shit word shit i big
observe when you work spit bird shit killah not to be purterb with herb
shit can make me feel yall foreal ya tock ticking bust a rapper bust a
cap hustler stop flinching you fresh off the corner dog shit brog shit
soon as you feel that sog you be like oh shit broke niggas resort the
glass opposite the track ass whooping opposite the black class hooker
the fat ass fooker triple your cash criple your stash pass the past
aint never the last to teach lessons my peeps fucking up in the streets
guessing my brew dont becomming a i be blessing lotta kids commmin out
da wrong way sea sections know da bro gone flow even if it cross shorts
fuck weed cop coke cause da shit cost more but say i floss to much but
i take it off and such they say i lost my touch those bitches like the
money i wear its funny how they stare dumb bunnies with they cunnin little
glare shorty let me see the tail if its that shittin she hit me with a
felion a young kitten my boy hit that shit now every body splittin even
holdin snow balls and i aint talkin bout mittens i talkin bout mittens
snowballs