Luyện nghe bài hát Drug Warz

* Pam the Funkstress scratches the
"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 believe that
Set me up I'm runnin breathin a Sleestak
Ran into a car and bent my knee back
It's better than a cell while my lawyer's fee
into a liquor store they ask what you do
Wearin FUBU it was my man
The bat and tote go through, I said, "Merci
If they ask who was I runnin the bastards I flew"
Maybe to my block, plans to catch a few
did a sweep, terrorizin grue shit
Bustin doors, mammas while makin Cool Whip
Face down, gettin dirt on my back to fit
My neighbor that was next to me got black and lips
When the fuse lit, you see the few flip
our boot up they ass and ask em if the shoe fit
Til then, they wanna see us pushin up
Frisk my nuts so much, I think I'm sterile
Got up, brushed the gravel off my
This girl got parole violation
Said she was high of pupil dilation
If you never got arrested now infinity
You get searched in this vicinity
or harassed, beat the out - I mean, the livin daylights
Wouldn't be no dope slangin if paid right
They target areas of black, and Mexican
Mow you down men, or 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 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 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
Who gets paper and who perved?
Who gets slapped and who served?
Now this type of get on my last nerve
I think 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 flake and two rocks, and tissues in the shoebox
Convincin two knocks, who heard of fences in your socks?
Now is for la gente, keep it calliente
Let's send the presidente on a one way 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 state officials fat bones
that's made of gristle they torque to differential
Now it's essential, our ain't provincial
'fore a nurse our bodies white chalk stencils
Broke as fuck, lentils with no utensils
That of struggle motivated my pencil
It ain't mental material
are the fist of the imperial, I'm spittin through your stereo
Babies need cereal, folks currency
My job got a crowd applications fervently
get accepted, most'll get rejected
Guess gon' til the new prison get elected
and solve they unemployment streak
They'll be makin microchips for two a week
That's why they packin us in there in and fleets
And Two gon' call it cleanin up the streets

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