Luyện nghe bài hát Secret Service

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

Yeah, I clean my fo' times a day
I'm with the devil-est, yes the mine to slay
I sipped wine with
I can you a murder victim
Say nigga dope server licked him (I didn't do it)
A third of income I get is enough
To never sweat and I forget them niggaz I snuffed
you figure your tough, them coons be livin trife
With they rights, I got yo' midas in my pistol sights
You try to loot and think you hard
I got the coast guard, get ghost cause folks
With my flame-thrower - lame yoda, slaveholder
Got a fo' ya, leave a poseur, slave told ya
Totin with laser scopes
Watch the folks watch for my cops (with major doe)
Forget your vest, cause I'm bustin your
checks and medals sayin agent plus is the best
Yeah, I do bribes, some front and say no
They can play though, not like them czechs in
I got a family but I'm that mean
I feel 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 to his throne, eight years old
I left his blown up, for that I get the fat bonus
So the on once I get back home
But there's the mobile - the fax with my target profile
Yo, I blow up a church if I
Orders from the top it don't stop til I gotcha,
And when I do best to believe ya
Cause we do not prisoners in the good old u s of a
Too much red to mas-sey
Plus the press say what they want to
I'm gettin medals, for smart-bombin
figure payroll, give you wings and a halo
We run things, so lay low, paid
Those attempts to uprise we blow ya spot sky
And bury ya - cause the lessa, you're the
Comin soon a new shoppin if you don't bear
the program - cold and callous, no man
Women, or child is (why? ) cause we the wildest

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got the fbi, cia,
Atf, dea, big for pay
Yeah, plus them armed forces man them fools play
And the coppers you see everyday