Luyện nghe bài hát Secret Service

[conversation intro - speakers
trippin smokin all this weed and shit man
You know when it jump we gon' need our mind and bodies boy
Nigga, nigga, ain't jumpin man
Foooool, I got my nigga my calico
Boy even a little
Nigga, what that mean to
Fool, rocket launchers, fool po-po some zarks
ain't runnin up on the turf nigga
Nigga they got planes, nigga tanks, bombs
Ahh fuck them fools
Wipe out yo' hood
But I'd take care of all them nigga
I got down motherfuckers here
Man, nigga, ain't nobody mo' down they nigga
You think you than them? they deep nigga!
Ahh
got everythang!
What, oh shit, wait - the fuck is that?
big explosions*}

Yeah, I my weapon fo' times a day
I'm the devil-est, yes the world's mine to slay
I wine with jay-hoover
I can make you a 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 dirty niggaz I snuffed
Yeah you figure tough, them coons be livin trife
With civil rights, I got yo' midas in my pistol 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 brain fo' ya, leave a poseur, slave ya
Totin glocks with laser
Watch the slayer folks watch for my cops (with doe)
your vest, cause I'm bustin your chest
Gettin checks and medals sayin agent is the best
Yeah, I do bribes, people front and say no
They can play though, not like them czechs in
I got a family but I'm still that
I gotta feel that green - agent massey, how'd you kill that

I did it slickly, put a in his kidney
And him to bliss - made it look like some terrorists
The heir to his throne, years old
I left his back blown up, for I get the fat bonus
So the cadillac's on once I get home
But there's the - plus the fax with my target profile
Yo, I up a church if I gotta
Orders the top it don't 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 much red tape to
Plus the press say they want to now-a-days
I'm medals, for smart-bombin ghettos
Seven figure payroll, give you and a halo
We run things, so lay low, paid
Those attempts to we blow ya spot sky high
And ya - cause the lessa, you're the merrier
Comin soon a new shoppin mall if you bear
the program - cold and callous, no man
Women, or is safe (why? ) cause we the wildest

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