Luyện nghe bài hát F. B. I.

I'm wakin' up in the mornin', problems on my mind
Mother-fuck the education, and drug
I'm smokin' on that weed, and the is gettin' tasty
Dead in my closet cause they tried to chase me
the 29th, I bust open my mothers cock
Pussy was 'dicted she drinkin', now I'm addicted to crack rock
So mother-fuck you bitches and you snitches to do me in
Police in disguises and he tries to buy
Knockin' at my door, duckin 'and dodgin' on that floor
oonkin'(?) got you 'noid, got me reachin' for my forty-four
Peepin' up out my pane, I smell cops
A honkey's on the block, to my knee, and took a shot
I him drop, one time, this ain't the place for that
Since a fed, I took off his face for that
Honk shit that he tried to pull and you know he get away with this
Bitch I'm a bomb, time, so don't you play with this
Fuck being indicted, so you try it, that's the fuckin' story
go to the cemetery, no snitches in my laboratory
I'm fin to n' rock it up, so where's my silver spoon
I put my yea out on the block, and all you is boom
This is my set, so you can jet, or get sweater wet
A fed is bloody, he's been wounded by a tech
Rat-tat ta-ta tat-tat, I'm a him up out his misery
For ridin' my nuts and tryin' to stick me with
lips, sink ships, oh this is do or die
This is a letter from to the F.B.I.
Backstabbers gone, so I guess you dirty are clean
You took a father from their family, mother-fuck they
Is what you said, so mother-fuck the ass fed
I want you dead, I'm a pump your ass of lead
Let's a deal, this shit is real, ill
I pack my steel, you let him go, then we can let you
You made switch, and now it's time to kill you bitch
Give you an overdose of bullets, and put you in a
Drug and fed killers, lets get united
Boom O's on them hoes, green, being indicted

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Mother-fuck the F.B.I., bitches I'm to die
Harlem Green's back on my dick, cause I slang his drug supply
Jail ain't scared me none, fuck the feds and vice cops too
Distribution of cocaine, is that all y'all can come dude
Bitches badgers police fast, find yourself a better
Cause that you got smoke rocks
And so that mean her ain't shit
If I get some prison time, give me mine cause I ain't
my clique don't snitch, when I get out all my connections straight
The Journal keeps my in lights, entrapment to the third degree
'Fore my trial can come, the newspapers sentence me
bootlegs prepared to go, you'll never get this chance again
Gotta by my auntie, and want your nephew in the pen
Bitch we ain't no kin, fuck that smilin' I ain't in that
Bring in the indictment papers, eatin' all my food
Bitch you know that's rude, attitude is to the third
Send me to penitentiary, come out that a straight up G
Never been a busta, been a hustla sellin' yea
Came up bustin' caps, so we could deal this dime where I stay
Out to make my pay, and sellin' yea's the only way I
Fiends around the block, soon as I open up my house door
Gotta make some more, I'm droppin' eighthies on digital scale
More popular than Taco Bell, taco shells making sells
Mother-fuck a bitch, I want a key, give me uncut raw
Shit'll numb your jaw, the best these crackheads ever saw
Your momma eyes are big again, time she smokes she plots

Since I give her a rock, she sending the federal government in my spot
and distribution, drop some grip so I can fight it
Free again to sell dope, bitch, fuck indicted

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