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 havin' his way

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

Hit the and make a wheelbarrow
Full of if I end up dead then press delete
I'm tired of eating meat
Within a nigga to get to the grind

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

These are the of niggaz that'll let a nigga 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 roll thick f'real and be thinkin' of funk
you a moth problems nigga?
Let that go or get your 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 to Teriyaki steak
ain't but plus sixteen
Fuckin' around the skillet, makin' a killin'
Runnin' through three or four units a on the over, over

the Whammy 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, powered 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

Bitch I thought ya knew, I thought ya knew
Huh, now it, I'm to the point where I don't touch 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' expensive flights, huh

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

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

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

He said just a, timah name, rang-in
factor, 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 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 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 to the hillside of Vallejo
On a about my mail to the hillside of Vallejo

You got me fucked, fucked up
Me yanked myself up out the game, hold up,
I got bills to pay, nigga if you get out my way
I'm gonna peels your
I'm in it to stay and I'm straight 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 have his bread, mayan
Fed Ex to the degree, tax free
Ballin' out of control

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

He he's just a, timah name, rang-in
factor, 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 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 know
Let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em