Luyện nghe bài hát Feds In Town

A bad day for the in my click
I just got had a call from a
At the P.A.P.D. on my dick
It's seems the drug is so tow up
And poes the fuckin' T-X had to show up
I got on the scene so 99 can't hassle me
Now, they got the muthafuckin' feds to and wrestle me

And my game in a suplex
They got my two workers
On secret and there's no
Word on the streets is that they're
In Dynasties [unverified] I-ROCs
And Caravans and muthafuckas are

Like paper stacks and a
Goin' all out of tact on the local bird brothaman
And be servin' as slow as fuck 'cause my niggaz are
And if they think they see five-o, they duck
So now, instead of thick, niggaz is happy with a frown
'Cause the motherfuckin' feds in

Yes, the shit is silly, I put up my 9 for a switch-blade
I don't no shit with these bitch-made
No more clownin' in town bro'
No high-cappin' in the clubs, I got to play them on a
I took my tags off my buick and y'all know I didn't that
Rollin' on some white balls and

And even I got long nails
No more French manicures
You gots to do own nails
I told my niggaz to sure that all their shit was tight
they're gonna be on y'all ass every day and night

Tryin' to run all kind of game, so, put y'all cars
And y'all cribs in y'all name
I took my to the pawn shop and sold it
Brought the money to my baby's and I told her to hold it
'Cause Lil Bun might not see Big Bun up in his
If I catch a fuckin' [unverified] when the feds in town

God damn, been two motherfuckin' months
Since I took my from under my sleeve
These hoes act they ain't go never leave
That shit is funky a black skunk
all this waitin' man
It's time to get this motherfucker up

I let motherfuckers slack up, reorganize my click
Got the birds and my lab back up
And my boys,"If a nigga looks crazy
his ass in the eye
Don't give him a to identify"
And show his badge, I'm to inform you

If your girl is pregnant, you ain't gon'
To see child be born
I'm blastin' laws at random I believe it's time
To hand them to the dopeman, God damn 'em
I'm sick of like a bitch in the closet

So, hoes can't find me
Y'all better try to me
And remind me of the jail
in my yard is a big ass, I got yale sign
It's time for Tony Montana
I got niggaz on the corner big ass bags and cans of crack

The land of Texas with that up
So, if y'all thinkin' checkin'
My fools run in your glock up
'Cause, I'm a blast my to my last clip
To my last

Before you take me for my damn
So, we can it all night, fight
'Cause bitch, I'm ready to die from my lights
the feds in town