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 feds in my cause they tried to chase me
November the 29th, I open my mothers cock
hole was 'dicted she drinkin', now I'm addicted to crack rock
So you bitches and you snitches tryin' to do me in
Police in and he tries to buy Peruvian
Knockin' at my fuckin' door, 'and dodgin' on that floor
That oonkin'(?) got you 'noid, got me for my forty-four
up out my window pane, I smell cops
A on the block, drop to my knee, and took a shot
I seen him drop, one time, this ain't the place for
Since he's a fed, I took off his face for
Honk shit that he tried to and you know he couldn't get away with this
Bitch I'm a time bomb, time, so you play with this
being indicted, so don't you try it, that's the fuckin' story
Cops go to the cemetery, no in my laboratory
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 is boom
This is my set, so you can jet, or get sweater wet
A fed is bloody, he's been wounded by a fucking
Rat-tat tat-tat, I'm a take him up out his misery
For ridin' my nuts and tryin' to me with delivery
Loose lips, sink ships, oh 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 the bitch ass fed
I want you dead, I'm a pump your ass full of
Let's make a deal, this is real, ill
I my steel, you let him go, then 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 his drug supply
ain't never scared me none, fuck the feds and vice cops too
Distribution of cocaine, is that all y'all can come dude
Bitches police fast, find yourself a better snitch
Cause bitch you got smoke rocks
And so mean her word ain't shit
If I get prison time, give me mine cause I ain't fake
Since my clique snitch, when I get out all my connections straight
The Journal keeps my name in lights, entrapment to the third
'Fore my trial can come, the wanna sentence me
Bitch bootlegs prepared to go, you'll never get chance again
Gotta baby by my auntie, and your nephew in the pen
Bitch we ain't no kin, fuck that smilin' I ain't in 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 bitch a straight up G
Never been a busta, always a hustla sellin' yea
Came up bustin' caps, so we deal this dime right where I stay
Out to make my pay, and yea's the only way I know
around the block, soon as I open up my rock house door
Gotta make some more, I'm droppin' on that digital scale
popular than Taco Bell, taco shells we're making sells
Mother-fuck a bitch, I want a key, me that uncut raw
Shit'll numb your jaw, the cocaine these crackheads ever saw
Your momma are big again, every time she smokes she plots

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

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