Luyện nghe bài hát Fed

There is something going on down
In

In Vallejo, California,
In
In Vallejo, California,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

name, rang-in, major 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

Bitch I ya knew, bitch I thought ya knew
Huh, now check it, I'm to the point where I touch it no mo'
You got lieutenants and killers all on the squadron
With po-po's on payroll, huh, vehicles, they only make life fo'-up
Front row seats at the fights, long expensive flights, huh

Q's, P's, birth certificates and fake
to drink liquor, with beadies and leaves
The motherfuckin' fuzz wanna us
Found our on some choppers

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

I'm so
I'm so brotha
I'm so serious
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 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
Nigga yo' boy
My bo?
you timah when yo ass goin' town?

On a about my mail to the hillside of Vallejo
On a mission about my mail to the of Vallejo
On a about my mail to the hillside 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 about my mail to the hillside of
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 to pay, nigga if you don't get out my way
I'm gonna your toupee
I'm in it to and I'm straight from the Bay

But I never woulda thought that I would feel like
I can invest my money in a
Get 'em up out the hood before my homies lose lizzives
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 motherfuckin'

A major factor playin' a man's game man
Sneak in and sneak out, champagne and clam thang
can be sold 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 it's good before to graduation, understand me?

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

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