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 lawyers
And a young nigga his way

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

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

So that boy a quarter key
Two and fifty-two electronic milligrams
sell it like 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 nigga
When the about to hit, my [unverified]
Get a 40 and it, post it on God
Because me got me paper buried in the backyard

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

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

Puttin' the on 'em
(Whammy on 'em)
Cake up and baking soda, all that old
(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, bitch I thought ya
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 make life fo'-up
row seats at the fights, takin' long expensive flights, huh

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

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

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

He said just a, timah name, rang-in
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
happenin', who dis?
Nigga yo' boy
My bo?
Whassup you timah yo ass goin' town?

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 about 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 my mail to the hillside of Vallejo

You niggaz got me fucked, up
Me yanked myself up out the game, up, motherfucker
I got bills to pay, nigga if you get out my way
I'm gonna your toupee
I'm in it to stay and I'm straight the Bay

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

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

A major factor a white man's game man
Sneak in and sneak out, champagne and clam thang
Game can be and told at the same time
And this shit 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 said he's a, timah name, rang-in
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 know
Let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em

Timah name,
factor, Fed Ex
High powered
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 main
Let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em