Luyện nghe bài hát Drug Warz

* Pam the Funkstress the phrase
"We wanna get it on - we don't get along" *

Now the FBI monitors with no
Saw me on the street, ask me the weed at
or the coke I don't sell and yet I believe that
Set me up I'm breathin like a Sleestak
Ran into a car and bent my knee back
It's better than a cell while my fee stack
Ducked into a liquor 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 tell the I flew"
Maybe to my block, plans to catch a few
Police did a sweep, terrorizin shit
Bustin doors, beatin mammas while makin Whip
Face down, gettin dirt on my back to fit
My that was next to me got black and blue 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 see us pushin up tu-lips
Frisk my nuts so much, I think I'm sterile
Got up, brushed the gravel off my
This girl Cheryl got parole
Said she was high cause of pupil
If you never got now since infinity
You get searched in this vicinity
or harassed, beat the out - I mean, the livin daylights
Wouldn't be no dope if McDonald's paid right
They 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 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 gets and who gets served?
Now this type of get on my last nerve
I think about it in the car and I to swerve
Who gets 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

I got a plot to get the federales hot
So many cops around the ?? Tupac
You gotta flake and two rocks, and in the shoebox
Convincin 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 trip to casa
Not a teacher but a
rhymes are for battle plus you gotta get the rent paid
I bust the up in front of Wenchel's
Makin police state 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 white chalk stencils
Broke as fuck, lentils with no utensils
That type of struggle motivated my
It ain't mental it's
Police are the fist of the imperial, I'm spittin through your
Babies need cereal, folks need
My job got a crowd applications fervently
Some'll get accepted, most'll get
Guess they gon' til the new get elected
and that'll solve they unemployment
They'll be makin microchips for two dollars a
That's why they us in there in droves and fleets
And Channel Two gon' call it cleanin up the

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