Luyện nghe bài hát Feds In Town

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

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

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

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

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

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

God damn, it's two motherfuckin' months
I took my Rolex from under my sleeve
These hoes act like they go never leave
That shit is funky like a black
all this waitin' man
It's time to get this back up

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

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

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

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

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