Luyện nghe bài hát Drug Warz

* Pam the Funkstress 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 the weed at
or the coke I don't sell and yet I don't that
Set me up I'm breathin like a Sleestak
Ran into a car and bent my knee back
better than a cell while my lawyer's fee stack
Ducked a liquor store they ask what you do
Wearin it was my man N'Duku
The bat and go through, I said, "Merci beaucoup
If they ask who was I runnin tell the I flew"
to my block, plans to catch a few flicks
Police did a sweep, terrorizin grue
Bustin doors, beatin mammas while makin Cool
Face down, gettin dirt on my to school fit
My that was next to me got black and blue lips
When the fuse lit, you don't see the few
Kick our boot up ass and ask em if the shoe fit
Til then, wanna see us pushin up tu-lips
Frisk my nuts so much, I think I'm sterile
Got up, the gravel off my apparel
This Cheryl got parole violation
Said she was high of pupil dilation
If you never got arrested now since
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
target areas of black, Chinese and Mexican
Mow you down men, or they'll find next of kin
Whites sell cocaine and amphetamines
but the justice sentence us, more than like to dem
The ruling class shifts to you and me
And get arrested, this is lunacy
or is it low magic in unity
Is it a war on drugs, or my community?

Now who gets paper and who perved?
Who gets slapped and who gets
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 about it in the car and I start to swerve

I got a plot to get the federales hot
So many cops the block ?? Tupac
You gotta and two rocks, and tissues in the shoebox
Convincin after two knocks, who heard of in your socks?
Now this is for la gente, it calliente
Let's send the presidente on a one way trip to permanente
Not a but a sensei
rhymes are for battle plus you gotta get the rent paid
I bust the donut up in of Wenchel's
Makin police state with fat bones
that's made of gristle test they to differential
Now it's essential, our ain't provincial
'fore a nurse call our bodies white chalk
Broke as fuck, eatin with no utensils
type of struggle motivated my pencil
It mental 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 applications fervently
Some'll get accepted, get rejected
Guess they til the new prison get elected
and solve they unemployment streak
They'll be microchips for two dollars a week
That's why they us in there in droves and fleets
And Channel Two call it cleanin up the streets

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