Luyện nghe bài hát Fed

There is something on down here
In

In Vallejo, California,
In
In Vallejo, California,

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

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

Hit the streets and a wheelbarrow
Full of if I end up dead then press delete
I'm tired of powdered meat
Within a nigga timah to get to the

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

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

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

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

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

Timah name, rang-in, major
Fed Ex, high lawyers
And a young nigga 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 probably got and killers all on the squadron
With po-po's on payroll, huh, lavish vehicles, only make life fo'-up
row seats at the fights, takin' long expensive flights, huh

Q's, P's, birth certificates and ID's
to drink liquor, with beadies and leaves
The fuzz wanna stop us
Found our fingerprints on some

to the scanner, I hear the Penelope's say
"Man uhh, them nigger boys, I can't uhh"
Young hoodlums sellin hawk, cloggin' up the
Inna new 6-double-zero drop
We party in mansions V.I.P.'s fuck a flier
Invite celebrities like and J.R. Ridah, timah

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

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

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

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

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

But I never woulda thought that I would like that
I can invest my money in a
Get 'em up out the hood my homies lose they lizzives
Buy a fuckin' record company and watch my mail

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

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

He said he's just a, name, rang-in
factor, Fed Ex
High powered
And a young havin' 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

Timah name,
factor, Fed Ex
High powered
And a nigga havin' 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