Luyện nghe bài hát F. B. I.

I'm wakin' up in the mornin', with on my mind
the education, and drug ra-bilitation
I'm smokin' on that weed, and the green is gettin'
Dead feds in my cause they tried to chase 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 snitches to do me in
Police in disguises and he to buy Peruvian
Knockin' at my fuckin' door, duckin 'and on that floor
oonkin'(?) got you 'noid, got me reachin' for my forty-four
Peepin' up out my pane, I smell cops
A on the block, drop to my knee, and took a shot
I seen him drop, one time, this the place for that
he's a fed, I took off his face for that
Honk shit he tried to pull and you know he couldn't get away with this
Bitch I'm a time bomb, time, so don't you play with
being 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
is my set, so you can jet, or get that sweater wet
A fed is bloody, he's been wounded by a fucking
ta-ta tat-tat, I'm a take him up out his misery
For ridin' my and tryin' to stick me with delivery
Loose lips, sink ships, oh is do or die
This is a letter from to the F.B.I.
Backstabbers gone, so I guess you cops are clean
You took a from their family, mother-fuck they dreams
Is you said, so mother-fuck the bitch ass fed
I want you dead, I'm a pump your ass full of
Let's 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 it's 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, fuck being

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Mother-fuck the F.B.I., bitches I'm to die
Harlem Green's back on my dick, cause I slang his drug supply
Jail ain't never me none, fuck the feds and vice cops too
Distribution of cocaine, is all y'all can come with dude
Bitches badgers police fast, find a better snitch
that bitch you got smoke rocks
And so that mean her word ain't
If I get prison time, give me mine cause I ain't fake
my clique don't snitch, when I get out all my connections straight
The keeps my name in lights, entrapment to the third degree
'Fore my trial can come, the wanna sentence me
bootlegs prepared to go, you'll never get this chance again
Gotta by my auntie, and want your nephew in the pen
Bitch we no kin, fuck that smilin' I ain't in that mood
Bring in the indictment papers, all my grandmother's food
Bitch you know that's rude, attitude is to the third
Send me to penitentiary, come out bitch a straight up G
Never been a busta, been a hustla sellin' yea
Came up bustin' caps, so we could deal this dime where I stay
Out to my pay, and sellin' yea's the only way I know
Fiends around the block, soon as I up my rock house door
Gotta make some more, I'm droppin' eighthies on that scale
More popular than Taco Bell, taco we're making sells
a bitch, I want 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 government in my
Conspiracy and distribution, drop some grip so I can it
Free again to sell dope, bitch, being indicted

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