Luyện nghe bài hát F. B. I.

I'm up in the mornin', with problems on my mind
Mother-fuck the education, and ra-bilitation
I'm smokin' on that weed, and the green is gettin'
Dead feds in my closet cause they tried to 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
at my fuckin' door, duckin 'and dodgin' on that floor
That oonkin'(?) got you 'noid, got me 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 to pull and you know he couldn't get away with 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
Cops go to the cemetery, no snitches in my
I'm fin to stir n' rock it up, so 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 that wet
A fed is bloody, he's been wounded by a fucking
Rat-tat ta-ta tat-tat, I'm a take him up out his
For ridin' my and tryin' to stick me with delivery
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 cops are
You took a father from their family, mother-fuck dreams
Is what you said, so mother-fuck the ass fed
I want you dead, I'm a pump your ass full of
make a deal, this shit 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, 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 on my dick, cause I won't slang his drug supply
Jail ain't never scared me none, fuck the feds and vice too
Distribution of cocaine, is that all y'all can with dude
Bitches police fast, find yourself a better snitch
Cause that you got smoke rocks
And so that mean her word ain't
If I get some prison time, give me mine cause I fake
Since my clique don't snitch, when I get out all my connections
The Journal keeps my name in lights, entrapment to the third
my trial can come, the newspapers wanna sentence me
Bitch prepared to go, you'll never get this 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, out that bitch a straight up G
Never been a busta, always been a hustla 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 some more, I'm droppin' eighthies on that digital
More than Taco Bell, taco shells we're making sells
Mother-fuck a bitch, I want a key, me that uncut raw
Shit'll numb jaw, the best cocaine these crackheads ever saw
Your momma eyes are big again, time she smokes she plots

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

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