Luyện nghe bài hát Drug Warz

* Pam the Funkstress scratches the
"We wanna get it on - cause we 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 believe that
Set me up I'm runnin like a Sleestak
Ran into a car and almost bent my knee
It's better than a cell while my fee stack
Ducked into a liquor store they ask you do
FUBU 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, grue shit
Bustin doors, beatin mammas while makin Cool
down, gettin dirt on my back to school fit
My neighbor that was to me got black and blue lips
When the fuse lit, you see the few flip
Kick our boot up ass and ask em if the shoe fit
Til then, wanna see us pushin up tu-lips
Frisk my so much, shit I think I'm sterile
Got up, brushed the gravel off my
girl Cheryl got parole violation
Said she was high cause of dilation
If you never got now since infinity
You get livin in this vicinity
or harassed, the shit out - I mean, the livin daylights
Wouldn't be no dope slangin if McDonald's right
They target of black, Chinese and Mexican
Mow you down men, or they'll find next of kin
Whites sell more cocaine and
but the sentence us, more than like to credit dem
The class shifts dope to you and me
And don't get arrested, is lunacy
or is it pimp low in unity
Is it a war on drugs, or my community?

Now who gets and who gets 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 and who gets perved?
Who gets slapped and who served?
Now type of shit 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 gotta flake and two rocks, and in the shoebox
Convincin after two knocks, who heard of in your socks?
Now this is for la gente, keep it
Let's send the presidente on a one way trip to permanente
Not a teacher but a
These rhymes are for battle plus you gotta get the rent
I bust the up in front of Wenchel's
police state officials with fat bones
that's made of gristle test torque to differential
Now it's essential, our ain't provincial
'fore a nurse call our bodies chalk stencils
as fuck, eatin lentils with no utensils
That type of struggle motivated my
It mental it's material
are the fist of the imperial, I'm spittin through your stereo
Babies cereal, folks need currency
My job got a crowd applications fervently
Some'll get accepted, get rejected
they 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 droves and
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 about it in the car and I start to swerve
Who gets paper and who gets
Who gets and who gets served?
Now this type of shit get on my nerve
I think it in the car and I start to swerve