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 glock nigga my
Boy even a little
Nigga, what that to po-po?
Fool, launchers, fool po-po they some zarks
They runnin up on the turf nigga
they got planes, nigga tanks, nigga bombs
Ahh fuck them fools
out yo' whole hood
But I'd take care of all them nigga
I got down motherfuckers here
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
{*three big

Yeah, I clean my weapon fo' a day
I'm with the devil-est, yes the world's mine to
I sipped wine jay-hoover
I can make you a victim
Say some dope server licked him (I didn't do it)
A of income that I get is enough
To sweat and I forget them dirty niggaz I snuffed
Yeah you figure your tough, 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 ghost cause folks
With my flame-thrower - you're yoda, slaveholder
Got a brain fo' ya, leave a poseur, slave ya
Totin glocks laser scopes
Watch the slayer folks watch for my (with major 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 that mean
I gotta feel that green - agent massey, how'd you 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 left his back blown up, for I get the fat bonus
So the cadillac's on I get back home
But there's the mobile - plus the fax my target profile
Yo, I blow up a if I gotta
Orders the top it don't stop til I gotcha, yeah
And I do best to believe ya through
Cause we do not take in the good old u s of a
Too red tape to mas-sey
the press say what they want to now-a-days
I'm gettin medals, for ghettos
Seven figure payroll, you wings and a halo
We run things, so lay low, keepin
Those attempts to uprise we blow ya spot sky
And ya - cause the lessa, you're the merrier
Comin soon a new shoppin mall if you don't
With the - cold and callous, no man
Women, or child is safe (why? ) cause we the

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