Luyện nghe bài hát F. B. I.

I'm wakin' up in the mornin', with on my mind
Mother-fuck the education, and ra-bilitation
I'm smokin' on that weed, and the green is tasty
Dead feds in my closet cause they to chase me
November the 29th, I bust open my mothers
Pussy hole was 'dicted she drinkin', now I'm addicted to rock
So mother-fuck you and you snitches tryin' to do me in
in disguises and he tries to buy Peruvian
Knockin' at my fuckin' door, duckin 'and dodgin' on floor
That oonkin'(?) got you 'noid, got me reachin' for my
up out my window 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 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 don't you play with
Fuck being indicted, so don't you try it, 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 that wet
A fed is bloody, been wounded by a fucking tech
Rat-tat tat-tat, I'm a take him up out his misery
For ridin' my nuts and tryin' to stick me delivery
Loose lips, 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 from their family, they dreams
Is you said, so mother-fuck the bitch ass fed
I want you dead, I'm a pump your ass of lead
Let's make a deal, this is real, ill
I pack my steel, you let him go, we can let you live
You made that switch, and now it's to kill you bitch
Give you an overdose of bullets, and put you in a
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., 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, the feds and vice cops too
Distribution of cocaine, is that all can come with dude
Bitches police fast, find yourself a better snitch
that bitch you got smoke rocks
And so that her word ain't shit
If I get some time, give me mine cause I ain't fake
Since my clique don't snitch, I get out all my connections straight
The Journal my name in lights, entrapment to the third degree
'Fore my trial can come, the newspapers wanna me
Bitch bootlegs prepared to go, you'll never get this chance
Gotta baby by my auntie, and want nephew in the pen
Bitch we ain't no kin, fuck smilin' I ain't in that mood
Bring in the indictment papers, 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
been a busta, always been a hustla sellin' yea
Came up bustin' caps, so we could deal this dime right where I
Out to make my pay, and yea's the only 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 popular than Taco Bell, taco shells we're making
Mother-fuck a bitch, I a key, give me that uncut raw
Shit'll numb your jaw, the best cocaine these crackheads saw
Your eyes are big again, every time she smokes she plots

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

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