Luyện nghe bài hát F. B. I.

I'm wakin' up in the mornin', with problems on my
Mother-fuck the education, and drug
I'm smokin' on weed, and the green is gettin' tasty
Dead feds in my closet cause they to chase me
November the 29th, I bust open my mothers
hole was 'dicted she drinkin', now I'm addicted to crack rock
So mother-fuck you and you snitches tryin' to do me in
Police in disguises and he to buy Peruvian
Knockin' at my fuckin' door, duckin 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, drop to my knee, and took a
I him drop, one time, this ain't the place for that
Since he's a fed, I took off his for that
Honk shit that he tried to pull and you know he couldn't get away this
Bitch I'm a time bomb, time, so don't you with this
Fuck indicted, so don't you try it, that's the fuckin' story
go to the cemetery, no snitches in my laboratory
I'm fin to stir n' rock it up, so where's my silver
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 tat-tat, I'm a take him up out his misery
For ridin' my nuts and tryin' to stick me with
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 cops are clean
You took a father from their family, they dreams
Is what you said, so mother-fuck the ass fed
I want you dead, I'm a pump your ass of lead
make a deal, this shit is real, ill
I my steel, you let him go, then we can let you live
You that switch, and now it's time to kill you bitch
Give you an overdose of bullets, and put you in a
Drug dealers and fed killers, lets get
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 won't his drug supply
Jail ain't never scared me none, fuck the feds and cops too
Distribution of cocaine, is that all y'all can with dude
Bitches badgers police fast, find a better snitch
Cause that bitch you got smoke
And so that mean her ain't shit
If I get some time, give me mine cause I ain't fake
Since my don't snitch, when I get out all my connections straight
The keeps my name in lights, entrapment to the third degree
'Fore my can come, the newspapers wanna sentence me
Bitch bootlegs prepared to go, you'll get this chance again
Gotta baby by my auntie, and want nephew in the pen
Bitch we ain't no kin, fuck that smilin' I in that mood
in the indictment papers, eatin' all my grandmother's food
Bitch you that's rude, attitude is to the third degree
me to penitentiary, come out that bitch a straight up G
Never been a busta, always a hustla sellin' yea
Came up caps, so we could deal this dime right where I stay
Out to make my pay, and sellin' yea's the way I know
Fiends around the block, soon as I open up my rock door
Gotta make more, I'm droppin' eighthies on that digital scale
More popular than Taco Bell, taco shells making sells
a bitch, I want a key, give me that uncut raw
Shit'll numb jaw, the best cocaine these crackheads ever saw
Your momma eyes are big again, every time she smokes she

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

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