Luyện nghe bài hát Secret Service

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

Yeah, I clean my fo' times a day
I'm with the devil-est, yes the world's mine to
I sipped wine jay-hoover
I can make you a murder
Say some nigga server licked him (I didn't do it)
A third of that I get is enough
To never sweat and I forget them niggaz I snuffed
you figure your tough, them coons be livin trife
With civil rights, I got yo' midas in my pistol sights
You try to and think you post hard
I got the coast guard, get ghost folks scarre
With my flame-thrower - you're lame yoda,
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 plus is the
Yeah, I do bribes, some front and say no
They can though, not like them czechs in sarajevo
I got a family but I'm still mean
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, eight old
I left his back blown up, for that I get the fat
So the cadillac's on I get back home
But there's the - plus the fax with my target profile
Yo, I up a church if I gotta
Orders from the top it don't stop til I gotcha,
And when I do best to believe ya
we do not take prisoners in the good old u s of a
Too much red to mas-sey
Plus the say what they want to now-a-days
I'm gettin medals, for smart-bombin
figure payroll, give you wings and a halo
We run things, so lay low, keepin
Those attempts to uprise we blow ya sky high
And ya - cause the lessa, you're the merrier
Comin soon a new mall if you don't bear
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