Luyện nghe bài hát Fed

There is something 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 nigga havin' his way

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

Hit the and make a wheelbarrow
of bread 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 milligrams
We'll sell it like a coke candy
And I'm plugged with it, bail off into old high powered shit

These are the type of niggaz that'll let a nigga
the drought about to hit, my [unverified]
Get a 40 and mask it, it on God
Because me got me scratch paper in the backyard

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

I'm Fed Ex, heavy duty nigga, weight
(Pushin' weight)
From sardines and Spam to Teriyaki
Motherfucker but plus sixteen
Fuckin' around with the skillet, a killin'
Runnin' through three or 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

Timah name, rang-in, factor
Fed Ex, high 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 know
Let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em

I thought ya knew, bitch I thought ya knew
Huh, now check it, I'm to the point where I touch it no mo'
You got lieutenants and killers all on the squadron
With po-po's on payroll, huh, lavish vehicles, only make life fo'-up
row seats at the fights, takin' long expensive flights, huh

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

to the scanner, I hear the Penelope's 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 serious
I'm so serious
I got n

He said he's just a, 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

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

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

On a mission my mail 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 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 thought that I would feel 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 my mail rise

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

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

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