Luyện nghe bài hát Secret Service

[conversation intro - speakers
Niggaz smokin all this weed and shit 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 deuce-deuce
Nigga, what mean to po-po?
Fool, rocket launchers, fool po-po some zarks
They ain't runnin up on the nigga
Nigga they got planes, tanks, nigga bombs
Ahh them fools nigga
out yo' whole hood
But I'd care of all them fools nigga
I got down here nigga
Man, nigga, nobody mo' down they deep nigga
You think you than them? they deep nigga!
Ahh
got everythang!
What, oh shit, wait - what the fuck is
{*three big

Yeah, I clean my weapon fo' a day
I'm with the devil-est, yes the world's to slay
I sipped wine jay-hoover
I can you a murder victim
Say some dope server licked him (I didn't do it)
A third of that I get is enough
To never sweat and I forget them dirty niggaz I
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 think you hard
I got the coast guard, get ghost folks scarre
With my flame-thrower - you're lame yoda,
Got a fo' ya, leave a poseur, slave told ya
glocks with laser scopes
Watch the folks watch for my cops (with major doe)
Forget vest, cause I'm bustin your chest
Gettin checks and medals agent plus is the best
Yeah, I do bribes, some front and say no
They can play though, not like czechs in sarajevo
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 sent him to bliss - made it look like terrorists
The to his throne, eight years old
I his back blown up, for that I get the fat bonus
So the cadillac's on once I get home
But there's the mobile - plus the fax my target profile
Yo, I blow up a church if I
Orders the top it don't stop til I gotcha, yeah
And when I do to believe ya through
Cause we do not take 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, give you 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 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 that you see everyday