Luyện nghe bài hát Fed

There is something going on down
In

In Vallejo, California,
In
In Vallejo, California,

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

Lil' mannish ass nigga on
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 of eating powdered meat
Within a nigga timah to get to the

So that boy scored a key
Two hundred and fifty-two electronic
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 it, post it on God
me got me scratch paper buried 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 bounds on the wrong soil
that ass up like aluminum foil

I'm Fed Ex, heavy duty nigga, pushin'
(Pushin' weight)
From sardines and Spam to Teriyaki
ain't but plus sixteen
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 old shit
(What's yo' occupation?)
I'm a timah

Timah name, rang-in, factor
Fed Ex, powered 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

Bitch I thought ya knew, bitch I ya knew
Huh, now check it, I'm to the where I don't touch it no mo'
You probably got lieutenants and killers all on the
With on payroll, huh, lavish vehicles, they only make life fo'-up
Front row seats at the fights, long 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

to the scanner, I hear the Penelope's say
"Man uhh, them nigger boys, I can't uhh"
Young hoodlums sellin hawk, up the block
Inna come-a new drop
We party in mansions V.I.P.'s nigga a flier
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 he's just a, 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

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

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

You niggaz got me fucked, up
Me myself up out the game, hold up, motherfucker
I got bills to pay, nigga if you get out my way
I'm gonna peels your
I'm in it to and I'm straight from 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 my homies lose they lizzives
Buy a fuckin' record company and my mail 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 man's game man
Sneak in and sneak out, campaign and clam thang
can be sold and told at the same time
And shit here is designed to sprinkle yo' mind
High-powered ass shit man for my high-powered ass
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 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 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