Luyện nghe bài hát Secret Service

[conversation - speakers uncredited]
Niggaz trippin smokin all this weed and man
You when it jump we gon' need our mind and bodies ready boy
Nigga, nigga, nuttin jumpin man
Foooool, I got my glock nigga my
Boy even a little
Nigga, what mean to po-po?
Fool, rocket launchers, fool po-po they zarks
They ain't up on the turf nigga
they got planes, nigga tanks, nigga bombs
Ahh fuck fools nigga
out yo' whole hood
But I'd take of all them fools nigga
I got motherfuckers here nigga
Man, nigga, ain't nobody mo' they deep nigga
You think you deeper than them? deep nigga!
Ahh
got everythang!
What, oh shit, wait - what the fuck is
{*three big

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

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

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