Luyện nghe bài hát F. B. I.

I'm up in the mornin', with problems on my mind
the education, and drug 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 'dicted she drinkin', now I'm 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 'and dodgin' on that
That oonkin'(?) got you 'noid, got me for my forty-four
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 the place for that
Since he's a fed, I took off his for that
Honk shit that he tried to pull and you he couldn't get away with this
Bitch I'm a time bomb, time, so don't you with this
Fuck being indicted, so you try it, that's the fuckin' story
go to the cemetery, no snitches in my laboratory
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
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 my nuts and tryin' to stick me with delivery
lips, sink ships, oh this is do or die
This is a letter Shoestring to the F.B.I.
Backstabbers gone, so I you dirty cops are clean
You took a father their family, mother-fuck they dreams
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, shit is real, ill
I pack my steel, you let him go, then we can let you
You made switch, and now it's 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 hoes, green, fuck being indicted

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Mother-fuck the F.B.I., I'm prepared to die
Harlem Green's back on my dick, I won't slang his drug supply
Jail never 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 yourself a better
Cause that bitch you got rocks
And so that mean her word ain't
If I get some prison time, me mine cause I ain't fake
Since my don't snitch, when I get out all my connections straight
The Journal keeps my name in lights, to the third degree
'Fore my trial can come, the newspapers wanna me
Bitch bootlegs prepared to go, you'll never get this again
Gotta baby by my auntie, and want your in the pen
Bitch we ain't no kin, fuck that I ain't in that mood
Bring in the papers, eatin' all my grandmother's food
Bitch you know that's rude, attitude is to the third
me to penitentiary, come out that bitch a straight up G
Never been a busta, always a hustla sellin' yea
Came up bustin' caps, so we could deal dime right where I stay
Out to make my pay, and sellin' the only 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 we're sells
Mother-fuck a bitch, I a key, give me that uncut raw
Shit'll your jaw, the best 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 federal in my spot
Conspiracy and distribution, drop some so I can fight it
Free again to sell dope, bitch, being indicted

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