Luyện nghe bài hát Drug Warz

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

Now the FBI monitors with no
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 breathin like a Sleestak
Ran a car and almost bent my knee back
It's better than a while my lawyer's fee stack
Ducked into a liquor store ask what you do
Wearin FUBU it was my man
The bat and go through, I said, "Merci beaucoup
If they ask who was I tell the bastards I flew"
Maybe to my block, to catch a few flicks
Police did a sweep, grue shit
Bustin doors, beatin mammas while makin 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 pushin up
Frisk my nuts so much, shit I think I'm
Got up, brushed the off my apparel
This girl got parole violation
Said she was cause of pupil dilation
If you never got arrested now infinity
You get searched livin in this
or harassed, beat the out - I mean, the livin daylights
Wouldn't be no dope slangin if McDonald's right
They target areas of black, Chinese and
Mow you down men, or find your next of kin
Whites more cocaine and amphetamines
but the justice sentence us, more than like to 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 and who gets perved?
Who gets and who gets served?
Now this type of shit get on my last
I think about it in the car and I start to
Who paper and who gets perved?
Who gets and who gets served?
Now this of shit get on my last nerve
I think it in the car and I start to swerve

I got a plot to get the federales hot
So many cops around the block ??
You gotta flake and two rocks, and in the shoebox
Convincin after two knocks, who heard of fences in your
Now this is for la gente, keep it
Let's send the presidente on a one way trip to permanente
Not a teacher but a
These rhymes are for battle you gotta get the rent paid
I bust the up in front of Wenchel's
Makin police state with fat bones
that's made of gristle test they torque to
Now essential, our problems ain't provincial
a nurse call our bodies white chalk stencils
Broke as fuck, eatin lentils no utensils
That of struggle motivated my pencil
It ain't it's material
Police are the fist of the imperial, I'm spittin through stereo
need cereal, folks need 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 for two dollars a week
That's why they packin us in there in and fleets
And Channel Two call it cleanin up the streets

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