Luyện nghe bài hát Drug Warz

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

Now the FBI with no feedback
Saw me on the street, ask me the weed at
or the coke I don't and yet I don't believe that
Set me up I'm runnin like a Sleestak
Ran into a car and almost bent my back
It's better than a cell while my lawyer's fee
Ducked into a store they ask what you do
Wearin it was my man N'Duku
The bat and tote go through, I said, "Merci
If they ask who was I runnin the bastards I flew"
Maybe to my block, to catch a few flicks
did a sweep, terrorizin grue shit
Bustin doors, beatin mammas while Cool Whip
Face down, gettin on my back to school fit
My neighbor that was to me got black and blue lips
When the fuse lit, you don't see the few
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 think I'm
Got up, brushed the off my apparel
girl Cheryl got parole violation
Said she was cause of pupil dilation
If you never got arrested now since
You get searched livin in this
or harassed, beat the shit out - I mean, the daylights
Wouldn't be no dope slangin if paid right
They target areas of black, Chinese and
Mow you down men, or they'll find your of kin
Whites sell more cocaine and
but the justice us, more than like to credit dem
The ruling class dope to you and me
And don't get arrested, this is
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 to swerve
Who gets and who gets perved?
Who slapped and who gets served?
Now type of shit get on my last nerve
I think about it in the car and I start to

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

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