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, high lawyers
And a young havin' his way

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

Hit the and make a wheelbarrow
Full of bread if I end up dead then delete
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
We'll sell it like a coke candy
And I'm plugged it, bail off into that old high powered shit

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

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

I'm Fed Ex, heavy duty nigga, weight
(Pushin' weight)
sardines and Spam to Teriyaki steak
Motherfucker ain't but plus
Fuckin' with the skillet, makin' 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 that old
(What's yo' occupation?)
Motherfucker I'm a

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

Bitch I thought ya knew, bitch I thought ya
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, lavish vehicles, they only make life
Front row seats at the fights, takin' long flights, huh

Q's, P's, birth and fake ID's
Like to liquor, with beadies and leaves
The fuzz wanna stop us
Found our on some choppers

Listenin' to the scanner, I the Penelope's say
"Man uhh, nigger boys, I can't stand uhh"
Young hoodlums sellin hawk, up the block
Inna new 6-double-zero drop
We in mansions 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 serious
I got n

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

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

On a mission about my mail to the of Vallejo
On a mission my mail 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 hillside of
On a mission about my mail to the hillside of
On a about 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, if you don't get out my way
I'm peels your toupee
I'm in it to stay and I'm from the Bay

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

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

A major playin' a white man's game man
Sneak in and sneak out, campaign champagne and thang
Game can be sold and told at the time
And this shit is designed to sprinkle yo' mind
High-powered ass 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 powered
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

Timah name,
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