Luyện nghe bài hát Drug Warz

* Pam the scratches the phrase
"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 my knee back
better than a cell while 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, grue shit
Bustin doors, mammas while makin Cool Whip
Face down, dirt on my back to school fit
My neighbor that was next to me got black and blue
When the fuse lit, you see the few flip
Kick our up they ass and ask em if the shoe fit
Til then, they wanna see us pushin up
my nuts so much, shit I think I'm sterile
Got up, brushed the off my apparel
This girl Cheryl got violation
Said she was cause of pupil dilation
If you got arrested now since infinity
You get searched in this vicinity
or harassed, beat the out - I mean, the livin daylights
Wouldn't be no dope slangin if McDonald's paid
target areas of black, Chinese and Mexican
Mow you down men, or they'll find your of kin
sell more 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 just my

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

I got a commonest plot to get the hot
So cops around 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 presidente on a one way to casa permanente
Not a but a sensei
These rhymes are for battle you gotta get the rent paid
I the donut up in front of Wenchel's
Makin police state with fat bones
that's made of gristle test they to differential
Now essential, our problems ain't provincial
'fore a call our bodies white chalk stencils
Broke as fuck, lentils with no utensils
That type of motivated my pencil
It mental it's material
Police are the fist of the imperial, I'm through your stereo
Babies need cereal, need currency
My job got a crowd wavin applications
Some'll get accepted, get rejected
Guess they gon' til the new prison get
and that'll solve unemployment streak
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 gets
Who gets and who gets served?
Now type of shit get on my last nerve
I think about it in the car and I to swerve
Who paper and who gets perved?
Who gets slapped and who gets
Now this type of get on my last nerve
I about it in the car and I start to swerve