Luyện nghe bài hát 20 Bag Shorty

no more reasonable doubt im to be da illest MC somthing wrong wit ya
motor skills cause yall aint movin me im who u see when u want it
done hot payin u to meanzlest infratillity i paint pictures beatufully but
niggaz is sighted dont worry about plageris it'll take em years to bite it
which the greatest fears i dont write it it just outta no where like da
information contain by the phycic like it or not i pay and expect to be
paid back why da fuck 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 spittin 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 cream is cherry vanilla got chicks in da telli
belly up soundin like mayhelia tryna tell yall know da style burn da town
and change the locale im doin da same shit except its legit

got a twenty cart better play dat shit you owe me twenty baby better pay
dat shit got twenty bag son better blaze dat shit they said i seeing
twenty but i made dat

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

move wit da nigga huh frum man chilla shit word shit i slpurge big
scrilla observe when you spit bird shit killah not to be purterb with herb
deala 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 shit you be like oh shit broke resort the
looking opposite the track ass whooping opposite the black class hooker
the fat ass triple your cash criple your stash pass shooker the past
aint never the last to teach lessons my peeps fucking up in the streets
guessing my brew dont becomming a preach i be blessing lotta commmin out
da wrong way like sea sections know da bro gone flow even if it shorts
fuck weed cop cause da shit cost more but niggas say i floss to much but
when i take it off and they say i lost my touch those bitches like the
money i wear what its funny how they dumb bunnies with they cunnin little
glare let me see the tail if its really that shittin she hit me with a
felion a young pair kitten my boy hit that shit now body splittin even
holdin balls and i aint talkin bout mittens what i talkin bout mittens
snowballs