Luyện nghe bài hát Fed

There is something on down here
In

In Vallejo, California,
In
In Vallejo, California,

He said just a, timah name, rang-in
Major factor, Fed Ex, powered lawyers
And a young nigga his way

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

Hit the streets and a wheelbarrow
Full of bread if I end up dead then delete
I'm tired of powdered meat
Within a timah to get to the grind

So that boy scored a key
Two hundred and fifty-two milligrams
sell it like a coke candy organization
And I'm plugged with it, bail off into that old high powered

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

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

I'm Fed Ex, heavy duty nigga, pushin'
(Pushin' weight)
From sardines and Spam to steak
Motherfucker but plus sixteen
Fuckin' with the skillet, makin' 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 that old
(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 know
Let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em
Let 'em know, let 'em main
Let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em

I thought ya knew, bitch I thought ya knew
Huh, now it, I'm to the point where I don't touch it no mo'
You probably got and killers 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' long flights, huh

Q's, P's, birth and fake ID's
Like to drink liquor, beadies and leaves
The motherfuckin' fuzz wanna us
our fingerprints on some choppers

Listenin' to the scanner, I hear the say
"Man uhh, them boys, I can't stand uhh"
Young sellin hawk, cloggin' up the block
come-a new 6-double-zero drop
We in mansions V.I.P.'s nigga fuck a flier
celebrities like E-40 and J.R. Ridah, timah

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

He said just a, timah name, rang-in
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 main
Let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em

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

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

You niggaz got me fucked, up
Me yanked up out the game, hold up, motherfucker
I got bills to pay, nigga if you get out my way
I'm peels 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 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 motherfucker have his bread,
Fed Ex to the degree, tax free
out of motherfuckin' control

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

He he's just a, timah 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

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