Luyện nghe bài hát Drug Warz

* Pam the scratches the phrase
"We wanna get it on - we don't get along" *

Now the FBI monitors no feedback
Saw me on the street, ask me the weed at
or the coke I don't sell and yet I believe that
Set me up I'm breathin like a Sleestak
Ran into a car and almost bent my back
It's better than a while my lawyer's fee stack
Ducked into a liquor store they ask you do
Wearin FUBU it was my man
The bat and go through, I said, "Merci beaucoup
If ask who was I runnin tell the bastards I flew"
Maybe to my block, plans to a few flicks
did a sweep, terrorizin grue shit
Bustin doors, mammas while makin Cool Whip
Face down, gettin on my back to school fit
My neighbor that was next to me got black and blue
When the lit, you don't see the few flip
Kick our boot up ass and ask em if the shoe fit
Til then, wanna see us pushin up tu-lips
my nuts so much, shit I think I'm sterile
Got up, the gravel off my apparel
This Cheryl got parole violation
Said she was cause of pupil dilation
If you never got arrested now since
You get searched in this vicinity
or harassed, beat the shit out - I mean, the daylights
Wouldn't be no dope slangin if McDonald's right
They areas of black, Chinese and Mexican
Mow you down men, or they'll your next of kin
Whites sell more cocaine and
but the justice us, more than like to credit dem
The ruling class shifts to you and me
And don't get arrested, is lunacy
or is it low magic in unity
Is it a war on drugs, or just my

Now who paper and who gets perved?
Who gets slapped and who served?
Now type of shit get on my last nerve
I think about it in the car and I to swerve
Who paper and who gets perved?
Who gets slapped and who gets
Now this type of shit get on my last
I think it in the car and I start to swerve

I got a commonest plot to get the hot
So many around the block ?? Tupac
You gotta flake and two rocks, and in the shoebox
after two knocks, who heard of fences in your socks?
Now is for la gente, keep it calliente
send the presidente on a one way trip to casa permanente
Not a teacher but a
These rhymes are for battle plus you get the rent paid
I bust the up in front of Wenchel's
Makin police state officials fat bones
that's of gristle test they torque to differential
Now essential, our problems ain't provincial
'fore a nurse call our white chalk stencils
Broke as fuck, lentils with no utensils
That type of motivated my pencil
It mental it's material
Police are the fist of the imperial, I'm spittin through your
need cereal, folks need currency
My job got a crowd wavin applications
get accepted, most'll get rejected
Guess gon' til the new prison get elected
and solve they unemployment streak
They'll be makin microchips for two a week
That's why they packin us in there in and fleets
And Two gon' call it cleanin up the streets

Now who gets paper and who perved?
Who gets slapped and who served?
Now this type of shit get on my last
I think about it in the car and I to swerve
Who gets paper and who perved?
Who gets and who gets served?
Now this type of shit get on my nerve
I think it in the car and I start to swerve