Luyện nghe bài hát Drug Warz

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

Now the FBI monitors no feedback
Saw me on the street, ask me where the at
or the coke I don't sell and yet I believe that
Set me up I'm runnin breathin like a
Ran into a car and almost my knee back
It's than a cell while my lawyer's fee stack
Ducked into a liquor they ask what you do
FUBU it was my man N'Duku
The bat and tote go through, I said, "Merci
If they ask who was I tell the bastards I flew"
Maybe to my block, to catch a few flicks
Police did a sweep, terrorizin grue
Bustin doors, beatin mammas while Cool Whip
Face down, gettin on my back to school fit
My that was next to me got black and blue lips
the fuse lit, you don't see the few flip
Kick our up they ass and ask em if the shoe fit
Til then, they see us pushin up tu-lips
Frisk my nuts so much, shit I I'm sterile
Got up, brushed the off my apparel
This Cheryl got parole violation
Said she was high of pupil dilation
If you never got arrested now since
You get livin in this vicinity
or harassed, beat the out - I mean, the livin daylights
Wouldn't be no dope slangin if paid right
They target of black, Chinese and Mexican
Mow you down men, or find your next of kin
Whites sell cocaine and amphetamines
but the justice sentence us, more than to credit dem
The ruling class dope to you and me
And get arrested, this is lunacy
or is it pimp low in unity
Is it a war on drugs, or my community?

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

I got a commonest plot to get the hot
So cops around the block ?? Tupac
You gotta flake and two rocks, and in the shoebox
Convincin after two knocks, who of fences in your socks?
Now is for la gente, keep it calliente
Let's 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 with fat bones
that's made of test they torque to differential
Now it's essential, our problems ain't
'fore a nurse call our bodies chalk stencils
Broke as fuck, lentils with no utensils
That of struggle motivated my pencil
It mental it's material
Police are the fist of the imperial, I'm spittin your stereo
Babies need cereal, folks need
My job got a crowd wavin fervently
Some'll get accepted, get rejected
Guess gon' til the new prison get elected
and that'll solve unemployment streak
They'll be makin microchips for two a week
That's why they us in there in droves and fleets
And Two gon' call it cleanin up the streets

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