Luyện nghe bài hát Fed

There is going on down here
In

In Vallejo, California,
In
In Vallejo, California,

He said he's just a, name, rang-in
Major factor, Fed Ex, high powered
And a young nigga his way

Lil' ass nigga on restriction
Cryin' with his nose in the corner
up out of that 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 then press delete
I'm tired of powdered meat
Within a nigga to get to the grind

So boy scored a quarter key
Two hundred and fifty-two electronic
We'll sell it like a candy organization
And I'm plugged with it, bail off into old high 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 buried in the backyard

Me and my click roll thick and be thinkin' of funk
you a moth problems nigga?
Let go or get your 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, pushin'
(Pushin' weight)
From sardines and Spam to steak
Motherfucker ain't but sixteen
Fuckin' around with the skillet, a killin'
Runnin' three or four units a week on the over, over

the Whammy 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 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

Bitch I thought ya knew, bitch I thought ya
Huh, now check it, I'm to the point where I don't it no mo'
You probably got lieutenants and all on the squadron
With po-po's on payroll, huh, lavish vehicles, they make life fo'-up
Front row seats at the fights, takin' expensive flights, huh

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

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

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

He said he's just a, 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 main
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 mission 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 about my to the hillside 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 of Vallejo

You got me fucked, fucked up
Me myself up out the game, hold 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 stay and I'm straight the Bay

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

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

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

He said he's just a, 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 main
Let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em

name, rang-in
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