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 nigga havin' his way

Lil' ass nigga on restriction
Cryin' his motherfuckin' nose in the corner
Broke up out of that old 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 powdered
a nigga timah to get to the grind

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

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

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
that ass up like aluminum foil

I'm Fed Ex, heavy nigga, pushin' weight
(Pushin' weight)
From and Spam to Teriyaki steak
Motherfucker ain't but sixteen
Fuckin' with the skillet, makin' a killin'
Runnin' through three or four 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?)
Motherfucker I'm a

Timah name, rang-in, factor
Fed Ex, powered lawyers
And a young 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

Bitch I thought ya knew, bitch I ya knew
Huh, now check it, I'm to the point where I touch it no mo'
You probably got 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
Like to drink liquor, with and leaves
The fuzz wanna stop us
Found our fingerprints on choppers

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

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

On a mission about my 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

You got me fucked, 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 peels toupee
I'm in it to and I'm straight from the Bay

But I never woulda thought that I feel like that
I can invest my in a franchise
Get 'em up out the hood before my homies 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 degree, tax free
out of motherfuckin' control

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

He said just a, timah name, rang-in
factor, Fed Ex
High lawyers
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

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