Luyện nghe bài hát Secret Service

[conversation - speakers 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 jumpin man
Foooool, I got my glock nigga my
Boy even a little
Nigga, what mean to po-po?
Fool, launchers, fool po-po they some zarks
They runnin up on the turf nigga
Nigga they got planes, nigga tanks, bombs
Ahh fuck fools nigga
out yo' whole hood
But I'd take care of all them fools
I got down here nigga
Man, nigga, ain't nobody mo' down they deep
You think you deeper them? they deep nigga!
Ahh
got everythang!
What, oh shit, wait - what the is that?
big explosions*}

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

I did it slickly, put a knife in his
And sent him to - made it look 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 my target profile
Yo, I up a church if I gotta
Orders from the top it stop til I gotcha, yeah
And when I do to believe ya through
Cause we do not take prisoners in the old u s of a
Too much red to mas-sey
Plus the press say they want to now-a-days
I'm gettin medals, for smart-bombin
Seven figure payroll, you wings and a halo
We run things, so lay low, paid
Those attempts to uprise we ya spot sky high
And bury ya - cause the lessa, the merrier
Comin soon a new shoppin if you don't bear
With the program - 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 them armed forces man fools don't play
And the coppers that you see