Luyện nghe bài hát Drug Warz

* Pam the scratches 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 the weed at
or the coke I don't sell and yet I don't believe
Set me up I'm runnin like a Sleestak
Ran a car and almost bent my knee back
It's better than a cell while my lawyer's fee
Ducked into a liquor they ask what you do
FUBU it was my man N'Duku
The bat and tote go through, I said, "Merci
If they ask who was I runnin tell the I flew"
Maybe to my block, plans to catch a few
Police did a sweep, terrorizin grue
doors, beatin mammas while makin Cool Whip
Face down, gettin dirt on my back to fit
My neighbor that was next to me got and blue 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
Frisk my nuts so much, shit I think I'm
Got up, brushed the gravel off my
This girl Cheryl got violation
Said she was cause of pupil dilation
If you never got arrested now since
You get livin in this vicinity
or harassed, beat the shit out - I mean, the daylights
be no dope slangin if McDonald's paid right
They target areas of black, and Mexican
Mow you men, or they'll find your next of kin
Whites more cocaine and amphetamines
but the justice sentence us, than like to credit dem
The class shifts dope to you and me
And don't get arrested, is lunacy
or is it low magic in unity
Is it a war on drugs, or my community?

Now who paper and who gets perved?
Who gets slapped and who served?
Now this 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 served?
Now this type of shit get on my nerve
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 in your socks?
Now is for la gente, keep it calliente
Let's send the on a one way trip to casa permanente
Not a but a sensei
rhymes are for battle plus you gotta get the rent paid
I bust the up in front of Wenchel's
Makin state officials with fat bones
that's made of gristle they torque to differential
Now essential, our problems ain't provincial
'fore a call our bodies white chalk stencils
as fuck, eatin lentils with no utensils
That type of struggle my pencil
It ain't mental it's
Police are the fist of the imperial, I'm through your stereo
Babies need cereal, folks need
My job got a wavin applications fervently
get accepted, most'll get rejected
Guess gon' til the new prison get elected
and that'll solve they unemployment
They'll be microchips 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 gets paper and who gets
Who gets slapped and who served?
Now type of shit get on my last nerve
I think about it in the car and I to swerve
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