Luyện nghe bài hát F. B. I.

I'm wakin' up in the mornin', with problems on my
the education, and drug ra-bilitation
I'm on that weed, and the green is gettin' tasty
Dead feds in my closet cause tried to chase me
November the 29th, I open my mothers cock
Pussy hole was 'dicted she drinkin', now I'm addicted to crack
So mother-fuck you bitches and you tryin' to do me in
in disguises and he tries to buy Peruvian
Knockin' at my fuckin' door, duckin 'and dodgin' on that
That oonkin'(?) got you 'noid, got me reachin' for my
Peepin' up out my window pane, I smell
A honkey's on the block, 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 off his face for that
Honk shit that he tried to pull and you know he couldn't get away with
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 n' rock it up, so where's my silver spoon
I put my yea out on the block, and all you hear is
is my set, so you can jet, or get that 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 my nuts and tryin' to stick me with delivery
Loose lips, ships, oh this is do or die
This is a from Shoestring to the F.B.I.
Backstabbers gone, so I guess you dirty cops are
You took a from their family, mother-fuck they dreams
Is what you said, so mother-fuck the ass fed
I want you dead, I'm a your ass full 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 that switch, and now it's time to kill you
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., I'm prepared to die
Harlem Green's back on my dick, cause I won't slang his drug
Jail ain't never scared me none, fuck the and vice cops too
Distribution of cocaine, is that all can come with dude
Bitches badgers fast, find yourself a better snitch
Cause that bitch you got rocks
And so that mean her ain't shit
If I get some prison time, give me mine cause I ain't
Since my don't snitch, when I get out all my connections straight
The Journal keeps my name in lights, entrapment to the degree
'Fore my trial can come, the newspapers sentence me
Bitch bootlegs prepared to go, you'll never get chance again
Gotta baby by my auntie, and want your in the pen
Bitch we ain't no kin, fuck that smilin' I in that mood
Bring in the papers, eatin' all my grandmother's food
Bitch you know rude, attitude is to the third degree
me to penitentiary, come out that bitch a straight up G
Never been a busta, always been a hustla yea
Came up bustin' caps, so we could deal this dime 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 house
Gotta some more, I'm droppin' eighthies on that digital scale
More popular than Bell, taco shells we're making sells
Mother-fuck a bitch, I want a key, give me uncut raw
Shit'll numb your jaw, the cocaine these crackheads ever saw
Your momma eyes are big again, every time she 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 again to sell dope, bitch, being indicted

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