Luyện nghe bài hát Fed

There is going on down here
In

In Vallejo, California,
In
In Vallejo, California,

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

Lil' mannish ass nigga on
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 bread if I end up dead then delete
I'm tired of eating meat
a nigga timah to get to the grind

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

These are the type of that'll 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 buried in the

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

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

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

Timah name, rang-in, major
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

Bitch I thought ya knew, I thought ya knew
Huh, now check it, I'm to the point I don't touch it no mo'
You got lieutenants and killers all on the squadron
po-po's on payroll, huh, lavish vehicles, they only make life fo'-up
Front row 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 motherfuckin' fuzz stop us
our fingerprints on some choppers

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

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

He said he's a, timah name, rang-in
factor, Fed Ex
High lawyers
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

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

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

You niggaz got me 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 peels toupee
I'm in it to stay and I'm straight the Bay

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

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

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