Luyện nghe bài hát Secret Service

[conversation intro - uncredited]
Niggaz trippin smokin all this and shit man
You know when it we gon' need our mind and bodies ready boy
Nigga, nigga, ain't nuttin man
Foooool, I got my nigga my calico
Boy even a deuce-deuce
Nigga, what mean to po-po?
Fool, launchers, fool po-po they some zarks
They ain't up on the turf nigga
Nigga they got planes, tanks, nigga bombs
Ahh fuck fools nigga
out yo' whole hood
But I'd take of all them fools nigga
I got down motherfuckers here
Man, nigga, ain't mo' down they deep nigga
You you deeper than them? they deep nigga!
Ahh
got everythang!
What, oh shit, - what the fuck is that?
{*three big

Yeah, I clean my weapon fo' a day
I'm with the devil-est, yes the mine to slay
I sipped with jay-hoover
I can make you a murder
Say some nigga dope server licked him (I do it)
A third of income that I get is
To never sweat and I them dirty niggaz I snuffed
Yeah you figure your tough, them be livin trife
With they civil rights, I got yo' midas in my sights
You try to loot and you post hard
I got the coast guard, get cause folks scarre
my flame-thrower - you're lame yoda, slaveholder
Got a brain fo' ya, leave a poseur, slave ya
glocks with laser scopes
Watch the slayer folks for my cops (with major doe)
Forget your vest, cause I'm bustin chest
Gettin checks and sayin agent plus is the best
Yeah, I do bribes, some people and say no
They can play though, not like czechs in sarajevo
I got a but I'm still that mean
I gotta feel that green - massey, how'd you kill that king?

I did it slickly, put a knife in his
And sent him to bliss - made it like some terrorists
The heir to his throne, eight old
I his back blown up, for that I get the fat bonus
So the on once I get back home
But there's the mobile - plus the fax with my profile
Yo, I blow up a if I gotta
Orders from the top it stop til I gotcha, yeah
And when I do best to believe ya
Cause we do not prisoners in the good old u s of a
Too red tape to mas-sey
Plus the press say what they to now-a-days
I'm medals, for smart-bombin ghettos
Seven figure payroll, you wings and a halo
We run things, so lay low, keepin
Those to uprise we blow ya spot sky high
And bury ya - the lessa, you're the merrier
soon a new shoppin mall if you don't bear
With the program - and callous, no man
Women, or child is safe (why? ) cause we the

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got the fbi, cia,
Atf, dea, big for pay
Yeah, plus them armed forces man them don't play
And the coppers you see everyday