Luyện nghe bài hát Miguel Sanchez

Uh, thirty feet up in the air, up in the lear
in a black tux, **** tucked, strapped to the chair
Half asleep, hopping out of my seat, in the daze
Turned around and saw a man's face, covered in shades

I have passed out, can't remember **** before I blacked out
Three ****** approaching, holding they **** out
One spoke, gave me the keys, to a
Reached in his trenchcoat, and pulled out a envelope

contained twenty thousand in cash, a photograph
Of a Colombian with a long mustache
Miguel Sanchez, keep a hidden in his pants leg
With armed bodyguards, surveillance his land spread

He runs a billion organization, under investigation
Plus he's by immigration
Now I'm stuck, look on my face, shocked in amazement
How the **** I get involved with federal agents

They my background
about what happened down in Sac Town
They knew about the wrap south, they laid they backs down
Said I had two decisions, out Miguel and his cartel
Or the rest of my life in prison

A classified mission on some Bond ****
007 style, love to get some straight
Now I'm pondering, my wandering, got my girl on the phone
Told her to little Jay 'cuz I'll be gone again

Honey, I sleep, she sucking her teeth
If go good, baby, I'll be home in a week
myself just to see if I'm dreaming, call up my team and
Meet me by the docks in Miami, I'll fly out this

I got you **** **** ****, pop two
That drug lord that we want, got a for ******
And if we kill 'em, it's back to the block, my
He carried *******, **** **** I figure

He only holla at the kid, when money involved
They ********, ****** ****, ******* and all
When me and Trife doing together, got no choice
But give us ten, we selling white together

Left side, ****, right, black *******
Taking trips seas, flipping packs for better
Every a hundred stacks and better, so grind hard
Get ya money up, get on your grillies, mind odds

**** a cop car, on some chumpers, and drop charge
Hit the block hard, it's hard being G O D
If he owe Trife, he owe me
Load up the **** *******, M I A, call that the jack

Tell I'm on my way, coming back down
Miguel, Mr. Sanchez, a wrap, now
Theodore your ****, handing out packs, now
I used to to 50 and jam "Back Down"

Now I fifty ****'* I'm at now
a wop, purple top, *****, I'm back, clown
Crystal bottles, Grey Goose for the chat
Channel seven news, older dude, murder ***