Luyện nghe bài hát Body Bagz

Cory
Get Ready. Get Steady.
Bloody Shredded.
Heavy debted. deadly
For you get jelly-spread.
The let me let it.
go Lindsey at it.
addicts with envy.
n Nicole Richie n habit.
Cass, a rappers seem militant, n be itchin' addicts .
puttin nuthin but on da shelves like a kitchen cabinet.
cause if i feel da static. i peel the matic. they'll static.
the cal. will go sporadic. now its not so
to no compatible establishment.
U broke-nose, for to mike jones my Ozone.
behold
shit im as an Afghani terrorist
im poppa's tool when im trying to bring yall Hailly
a risk at reading braille, stare at dis.
u live M.O.B. . . u nuthin but a queer therapist.
Nigga my M.O.B. get that money. no T. no penalty.
when no C. that B. That all i see mentally.
i shift y'all manual to automatic physically.
chemistry cant my men in street.
we in Da - you industry.
LARCENY, militia Nigga wit us.
if not, Cass put em on sum whole chart from us.
Bagz!

I got my hand on my cock
Cause man, I copped a gun so big it could kill hancock
I'm not a rat, me? Talkin' to the damn
like Lewis Fericon eatin' hamhocks
I'm a gorilla, but I'm slicker a damn fox
Been cool since pre-school, in the sandbox
I'm a hustla, I used to hand-to-hand, 'n I stand on the block sellin' gram after gram
And no I'm not from Japan, na', but it look like it's asian in me, 'cause I got the hazy with me
I been to jail, I got a hundred days up in me
But I still keep the HK, keep the with me
I hard, so other ballers is afraid to stick me
if I get fouled I'll probably shoot the tech
And you can be the next that I shoot to death
I wild-out, but if I out, I'll shoot the ref
I'm when I'm in the coupe, but the roof depressed
'Cause I always put down in the trunk, where I put them now
I got dough, ever since O put a in my hand
I the man, you should put the crown on my dome
I'm on the phone, havin' calls, with millionaires
Yeah, look what I accomplished,
And I ain't tryin' to take your life, I got a conscience,
Plus the law send you up north, like a compass,
I was seventeen livin' out youngers y'all
I sign the riders with a flow that was bonkers y'all
I can't even lie, you ask DMY
You could ask too, SP and kiss too
You ask DMX, the female pitt too
And they'll let you know all the battles I had to get
You ask track and sheep, about how I had to eat
Thousands of motherfuckers up, yup, I had the
But no money in battlin', and I had to eat
I spit reckless, but I had to make a hit record
And now I make hit record after hit
And I make chicks get
Like this it,
I just my lips on some LL shit,
And then I make 'em laugh, on some David shit,
And they be on some go to the hotel shit,
I 'em hard dick on some just got out of jail shit
The man, been in the can
But I never a statement, never been on the stand
And I'm now, but that been in the plans
'Cause it's all the benjamins man,
talk,
And you dudes can't walk in my man,
And my sneaks fit you, the streets don't fuck with you
I sip champagne and I back shots,
And I smoke pot the color of a Jacks box,
I rap but I crack rock,
And had the jumpin' like the frog on the honey smacks box,
You dig
Bagz!