Luyện nghe bài hát Miguel Sanchez

Uh, thousand feet up in the air, up in the lear
Dressed in a black tux, **** tucked, to the chair
Half asleep, hopping out of my seat, caught in the
Turned around and saw a white face, covered in shades

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

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

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

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

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

Honey, I can't sleep, she sucking her
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 in Miami, I'll fly out this weekend

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

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

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

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

Tell ****** I'm on my way, 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 slang fifty I'm at now
a wop, purple top, *****, I'm back, clown
Crystal bottles, Goose for the chat lounge
Channel seven news, dude, murder *** found