Luyện nghe bài hát Feds In Town

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

And throw my in a suplex
got my two best workers
On secret and no rest
Word on the streets is that they're
In Dynasties I-ROCs [unverified]
And Caravans and are swolen

paper stacks and a rubberband
Goin' all out of tact on the bird slaggin' brothaman
And be as slow as fuck 'cause my niggaz are nervous
And if they even they see five-o, they duck
So now, instead of rollin' thick, is happy with a frown
the motherfuckin' feds in town

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Before you me for my damn drugs
So, we can have it all night,
'Cause bitch, I'm ready to die my tight lights
When the feds in