Luyện nghe bài hát F. B. I.

I'm wakin' up in the mornin', problems on my mind
Mother-fuck the education, and ra-bilitation
I'm on that weed, and the green is gettin' tasty
Dead feds in my closet they tried to chase me
November the 29th, I bust open my mothers
Pussy hole was she drinkin', now I'm addicted to crack rock
So mother-fuck you bitches and you tryin' to do me in
Police in and he tries to buy Peruvian
Knockin' at my fuckin' door, duckin dodgin' on that floor
That oonkin'(?) got you 'noid, got me reachin' for my
Peepin' up out my window pane, I cops
A on the block, drop 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 to pull and you know he couldn't get away with this
Bitch I'm a time bomb, time, so don't you play with
being indicted, so don't you try it, that's the fuckin' story
Cops go to the cemetery, no snitches in my
I'm fin to stir n' rock it up, so where's my spoon
I put my yea out on the block, and all you hear is
This is my set, so you can jet, or get that wet
A fed is bloody, he's wounded by a fucking tech
Rat-tat tat-tat, I'm a take him up out his misery
For my nuts and tryin' to stick me with delivery
Loose lips, ships, oh this is do or die
is a letter from Shoestring to the F.B.I.
Backstabbers gone, so I guess you dirty cops are
You a father from their family, mother-fuck they dreams
Is what you said, so the bitch ass fed
I want you dead, I'm a pump ass full of lead
Let's a deal, this shit is real, ill
I pack my steel, you let him go, we can let you live
You made that switch, and now time to kill you bitch
Give you an of bullets, and put you in a ditch
Drug dealers and fed killers, get united
Boom O's on them hoes, green, fuck 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 won't slang his supply
Jail ain't scared me none, fuck the feds and vice cops too
Distribution of cocaine, is that all can come with dude
Bitches badgers police fast, find a better snitch
Cause that bitch you got smoke
And so that mean her word shit
If I get some prison time, give me mine cause I fake
Since my clique snitch, when I get out all my connections straight
The keeps my name in lights, entrapment to the third degree
'Fore my trial can come, the wanna sentence me
Bitch prepared to go, you'll never get this chance again
baby by my auntie, and want your nephew in the pen
Bitch we no kin, fuck that smilin' I ain't in that mood
in the indictment papers, eatin' all my grandmother's food
Bitch you know that's rude, is to the third degree
Send me to penitentiary, come out that bitch a up G
Never been a busta, always a hustla sellin' yea
Came up bustin' caps, so we could deal this dime right I stay
Out to make my pay, and sellin' yea's the way I know
Fiends the block, soon as I open up my rock house door
Gotta some more, I'm droppin' eighthies on that digital scale
More than Taco Bell, taco shells we're making sells
Mother-fuck a bitch, I want a key, give me uncut raw
numb your jaw, the best cocaine these crackheads ever saw
Your eyes are big again, every time she smokes she plots

Since I wouldn't her a rock, she sending the federal government in my spot
Conspiracy and distribution, some grip so I can fight it
Free again to sell dope, bitch, fuck being

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