Luyện nghe bài hát Drug Warz

* Pam the Funkstress 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 don't that
Set me up I'm runnin breathin a Sleestak
Ran into a car and almost bent my knee
It's better a cell while my lawyer's fee stack
Ducked into a store they 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 runnin tell the I flew"
Maybe to my block, to catch a few flicks
did a sweep, terrorizin grue shit
Bustin doors, beatin mammas makin Cool Whip
Face down, gettin dirt on my to school fit
My neighbor that was to me got black and blue lips
When the lit, you don't see the few flip
Kick our boot up they ass and ask em if the fit
Til then, wanna see us pushin up tu-lips
Frisk my nuts so much, shit I I'm sterile
Got up, brushed the off my apparel
This girl Cheryl got violation
Said she was high cause of dilation
If you never got now since infinity
You get searched livin in vicinity
or harassed, beat the out - I mean, the livin daylights
Wouldn't be no slangin if McDonald's paid right
They target areas of black, and Mexican
Mow you down men, or find your next of kin
Whites sell more and amphetamines
but the justice us, more than like to credit dem
The ruling class shifts to you and me
And don't get arrested, this is
or is it low magic in unity
Is it a war on drugs, or just my

Now who gets and who gets 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 start to
Who paper and who gets 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

I got a plot to get the federales hot
So cops around the block ?? Tupac
You gotta and two rocks, and tissues in the shoebox
Convincin after two knocks, who heard of fences in socks?
Now is for la gente, keep it calliente
Let's send the presidente on a one way to casa permanente
Not a teacher but a
rhymes are for battle plus you gotta get the rent paid
I bust the donut up in of Wenchel's
Makin police state officials fat bones
made of gristle test they torque to differential
Now it's essential, our ain't provincial
a nurse call our bodies white chalk stencils
Broke as fuck, eatin with no utensils
That type of struggle my pencil
It ain't it's material
are the fist of the imperial, I'm spittin through your stereo
Babies need cereal, folks need
My job got a crowd wavin fervently
Some'll get accepted, get rejected
Guess they til the new prison get elected
and solve they unemployment streak
They'll be makin for two dollars a week
That's why they packin us in there in and fleets
And Channel Two gon' call it cleanin up the

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