Luyện nghe bài hát Fed

There is something on down here
In

In Vallejo, California,
In
In Vallejo, California,

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

mannish ass nigga on restriction
Cryin' with his 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 make a
Full of bread if I end up dead then delete
I'm tired of eating powdered
Within a timah to get to the grind

So that boy scored a key
Two hundred and fifty-two electronic
We'll sell it a coke candy organization
And I'm plugged it, bail off into that old high powered shit

These are the type of niggaz that'll let a know
When the drought about to hit, my
Get a 40 and mask it, it on God
Because me got me scratch paper buried in the

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

I'm Fed Ex, heavy duty nigga, pushin'
(Pushin' weight)
From sardines and Spam to Teriyaki
ain't but plus sixteen
Fuckin' around with the skillet, a killin'
Runnin' through three or units a week on the over, over

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

Timah name, rang-in, major
Fed Ex, high lawyers
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

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

Q's, P's, certificates and fake ID's
Like to drink liquor, beadies and leaves
The motherfuckin' fuzz stop us
our fingerprints on some choppers

Listenin' to the scanner, I hear the say
"Man uhh, them nigger boys, I stand uhh"
Young hoodlums sellin hawk, up the block
Inna come-a new drop
We party in mansions V.I.P.'s nigga fuck a
Invite like E-40 and J.R. Ridah, timah

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

He said he's just a, 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 main
Let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em

Wassup
happenin', who dis?
Nigga yo' boy
My bo?
Whassup you timah when yo ass town?

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

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

You niggaz got me fucked, up
Me myself up out the game, hold up, motherfucker
I got bills to pay, if you don't get out my way
I'm gonna your toupee
I'm in it to stay and I'm from the Bay

But I never woulda that I would feel like that
I can invest my in a franchise
Get 'em up out the hood before my lose they lizzives
Buy a fuckin' company and watch my mail rise

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

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

He said just a, timah name, rang-in
factor, Fed Ex
High powered
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

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