Luyện nghe bài hát Fed

There is going on down here
In

In Vallejo, California,
In
In Vallejo, California,

He he's just a, timah name, rang-in
Major factor, Fed Ex, powered lawyers
And a young nigga his way

Lil' mannish ass on restriction
with his motherfuckin' nose in the corner
Broke up out of that old punk shit and
"Momma I'ma do what the I wanna"

Hit the streets and a wheelbarrow
of bread if I end up dead then press delete
I'm tired of eating powdered
Within a timah to get to the grind

So that boy a quarter key
Two and fifty-two electronic milligrams
We'll it like a coke candy organization
And I'm plugged with it, bail off into that old powered shit

These are the type of that'll let a nigga know
the drought about to hit, my [unverified]
Get a 40 and mask it, it on God
me got me scratch paper buried in the backyard

Me and my click roll thick f'real and be thinkin' of
Like you a problems nigga?
Let go or get your head token off
Catch you out of bounds on the wrong fuckin'
Wrap that ass up like aluminum

I'm Fed Ex, heavy nigga, pushin' weight
(Pushin' weight)
From and Spam to Teriyaki steak
Motherfucker ain't but sixteen
Fuckin' with the skillet, makin' a killin'
through three or four units a week on the over, over

Puttin' the on 'em
(Whammy on 'em)
Cake up and soda, all that old shit
(What's yo' occupation?)
Motherfucker I'm a

Timah name, rang-in, factor
Fed Ex, high powered
And a nigga havin' his way

Let 'em know, let 'em main
Let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em
Let 'em know, let 'em main
Let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em

Bitch I thought ya knew, bitch I ya knew
Huh, now check it, I'm to the point where I don't it no mo'
You probably got lieutenants and all on the squadron
po-po's on payroll, huh, lavish vehicles, they only make life fo'-up
Front row seats at the fights, takin' long flights, huh

Q's, P's, birth certificates and ID's
Like to liquor, with beadies and leaves
The motherfuckin' wanna stop us
Found our on some choppers

Listenin' to the scanner, I the Penelope's say
"Man uhh, nigger boys, I can't stand uhh"
hoodlums sellin hawk, cloggin' up the block
Inna come-a new 6-double-zero
We in mansions V.I.P.'s nigga fuck a flier
Invite celebrities E-40 and J.R. Ridah, timah

I'm so
I'm so brotha
I'm so brotha
I got n

He said he's a, timah name, rang-in
factor, Fed Ex
High powered
And a nigga havin' his way

Let 'em know, let 'em main
Let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em
Let 'em know, let 'em know
Let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em

Wassup
Whas happenin', who
it's yo' boy
My bo?
Whassup you when yo ass goin' town?

On a mission about my to the hillside of Vallejo
On a mission about my to the hillside of Vallejo
On a mission about my mail to the hillside of
On a about my mail to the hillside of Vallejo

On a mission about my mail to the hillside of
On a about my mail to the hillside of Vallejo
On a mission about my mail to the hillside of

You niggaz got me fucked, up
Me myself up out the game, hold up, motherfucker
I got bills to pay, nigga if you get out my way
I'm gonna peels your
I'm in it to and I'm straight from the Bay

But I woulda thought that I would feel like that
I can invest my money in a
Get 'em up out the hood before my homies lose they
Buy a fuckin' record company and watch my mail

Ha ha, yeah,
Big timah, a motherfucker have his bread,
Fed Ex to the highest degree, tax
Ballin' out of control

A factor playin' a white man's game man
Sneak in and sneak out, champagne and clam thang
Game can be sold and told at the same
And this shit here is designed to yo' mind
ass shit man for my high-powered ass Clickalation
Get it it's good before it's to graduation, understand me?

He said he's just a, timah name,
factor, Fed Ex
High powered
And a nigga havin' his way

Let 'em know, let 'em main
Let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em
Let 'em know, let 'em know
Let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em

Timah name,
factor, Fed Ex
High lawyers
And a young nigga his way

Let 'em know, let 'em know
Let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em
Let 'em know, let 'em know
Let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em