Luyện nghe bài hát Fed

There is going on down here
In

In Vallejo, California,
In
In Vallejo, California,

He he's just a, timah name, rang-in
factor, Fed Ex, high powered lawyers
And a young 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 I'ma do what the I wanna"

Hit the streets and make a
Full of bread if I end up then press delete
I'm tired of eating meat
a nigga timah to get to the grind

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

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

Me and my roll thick f'real 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 aluminum foil

I'm Fed Ex, duty nigga, pushin' weight
(Pushin' weight)
From sardines and Spam to Teriyaki
ain't but plus sixteen
Fuckin' around with the skillet, makin' a
Runnin' through three or four a week on the over, over

the Whammy on 'em
(Whammy on 'em)
Cake up and soda, all that old shit
(What's yo' occupation?)
Motherfucker I'm a

Timah name, rang-in, major
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

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 and killers all on the squadron
With po-po's on payroll, huh, vehicles, they only make life fo'-up
Front row 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
our fingerprints 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, cloggin' up the
Inna come-a new 6-double-zero
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 serious
I'm so brotha
I got n

He he's 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 goin'

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

On a mission about my to the hillside of Vallejo
On a mission about my mail to the 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 bills to pay, nigga if you get out my way
I'm gonna peels toupee
I'm in it to stay and I'm straight the Bay

But I woulda thought that I would feel like that
I can invest my 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
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 shit here is designed to sprinkle yo'
High-powered ass shit man for my ass Clickalation
Get it it's good before it's to graduation, understand me?

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

Timah name,
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