Luyện nghe bài hát Drug Warz

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

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

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

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

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