Luyện nghe bài hát Body Bag Remix

[Intro:
Yo Fab what up
Funeral Service, Season, Slime Flu
Lot of shit on
get ready to go in though

[Verse 1:
Huh, I said, ice in a ceramic
Dammit Cam, Cam is
Weed in a picnic basket, hit the panic button
Over a piece of paper, street sweepers, meat
freezer, meet your maker, place your order, we the waiters
Coke, keep the ??, instigators?, the flavours
Main course, meat potatoes, keep your favours, see ya
The crew, Damier, and grey, we the Raiders
in my ear, please baby these are lasers, haters
Front on me? Huh, I it punk
Pop the trunk, my goons, noon, out to lunch
The D&G bag? That's where the weed
Keep cash, past, fuck y'all, eat glass
My on full, ease gas
Stay on point the white, (like who?) Steve Nash
Gun go in the waist, dun' dough, I get
Me and funeral Fab, front row at wake

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Hit 'em up, shotty blast, up, body bag
Fifth tucked, then Bullets hit your body fast
We beatin' murderers the same lawyer Gotti had
Tie him to a pick-up truck and watch his body

[Verse 2:
Funeral, Killa, this just got scary
All the competitions in the buried
Jesus piece, rosary, white canary jerry
Pardon me, the God in me, marry Mary
But all them stairs/stares ain't necessary, hear me?
Cannon with me, not the one Mariah carry
I'm sawed offs and four fizzies
Fuck on the door, to blow the doors off, its more easy
I'm at the top floor of the Wardarf, or Seazzys
Knick game, never caught off the seazzys
Tonight they lost, fault Lakers, ask Walt
We had a bet, wouldn't say a vault breaker
But watch your mouth, I'm not the best insult
I make them call the tapers and the chalk tracers
They got names for niggas like y'all, its "fakers"
They should put in your salt shakers

[Hook:

[Verse 3:
In due time let your semi spray, kidnap my slime
On a rainy day I got them back two 9's and 20k
Timberland boxes of plenty yay, more than ??
Our records carry ?? like a case. Huuhh!
five meetings make a long day
Rap LeBron James 23 a whole game
That's what we call cane, black rocks, all
No slaves, and jewels, pin stripe, ball chain. Haa!
Skinny on his ?? shit
Benz doors go up the arms on the Karate Kid
A cocky kid, no but my pockets big
"Can I Live" bumpin' pumpin' out my crib
Burners, murders
Gangland, double black suit, white tie off Space
I'm causing arrangements, make plans
I'm Paid In Full, y'all ain't rich like