Luyện nghe bài hát Body Bagz

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

I got my hand on my damn
man, I copped a gun so big it could probably kill hancock
I'm not a rat, me? Talkin' to the cops
It's like Lewis eatin' hamhocks
I'm a gorilla, but I'm than a damn fox
Been cool since pre-school, playin' in the
I'm a hustla, I used to hand-to-hand, 'n I could stand on the block sellin' gram after
And no I'm not from Japan, na', but it just 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 razor me
I ball hard, so other is afraid to stick me
'Cause if I get fouled probably shoot the tech
And you can be the next dude I shoot to death
I wild-out, but if I foul out, I'll the ref
I'm happy when I'm in the coupe, but the depressed
'Cause I always put them down in the trunk, where I put now
I got dough, ever O put a pound in my hand
I the man, you should put the crown on my dome
I'm on the phone, havin' conference calls, with
Yeah, look I accomplished, y'all
And I tryin' to take your life, I got a conscience, y'all
Plus the law send you up north, a compass, y'all
I was seventeen livin' out with y'all
I sign the rough riders with a flow that was y'all
I can't lie, you could ask DMY
You could ask swiss too, SP and too
You could ask DMX, the female too
And they'll let you all the battles I had to get through
You ask track and sheep, about how I had to eat
Thousands of up, yup, I had the streets
But no money in battlin', and I had to eat
I could spit reckless, but I had to a hit record
And now I make hit record after hit
And I make get naked
Like this it,
I just lick my on some LL shit,
And then I 'em laugh, on some David Chappelle shit,
And they be on some let's go to the shit,
I Give 'em hard dick on some got out of jail shit
The innocent man, in the can
But I made a statement, never been on the stand
And I'm now, but that been in the plans
it's all about the benjamins man,
talk,
And you dudes walk in my timbalands man,
And my sneaks don't fit you, the streets don't with you
I sip champagne and I back shots,
And I smoke pot the of a Apple Jacks box,
I rap but I sold rock,
And had the block jumpin' like the frog on the honey box,
You dig
Bagz!