Luyện nghe bài hát Miguel Sanchez

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

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

Which twenty thousand in cash, a photograph
Of a Colombian with a long mustache
Miguel Sanchez, a **** hidden in his pants leg
armed bodyguards, surveillance around his land spread

He runs a billion dollar organization, under
Plus wanted by immigration
Now I'm stuck, crazy look on my face, in amazement
How the **** I get involved with these agents

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

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

Honey, I can't sleep, she her teeth
If everything go good, baby, I'll be home in a
Pinching myself just to see if I'm dreaming, up my team and
me by the docks in Miami, I'll fly out this weekend

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

He only holla at the kid, when there's involved
They pack ********, ****, ******* and all
When me and Trife doing together, got no choice
But us ten, like we selling white together

Left side, **** ****, right, black
trips over seas, flipping packs for better
Every a hundred stacks and better, so grind hard
Get ya money up, get on your grillies, don't mind

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

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

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