Luyện nghe bài hát Secret Service

[conversation intro - uncredited]
Niggaz smokin all this weed and shit man
You know when it we gon' need our mind and bodies ready boy
Nigga, nigga, nuttin jumpin man
Foooool, I got my glock nigga my
Boy even a little
Nigga, what that mean to
Fool, launchers, fool po-po they some zarks
They ain't runnin up on the turf
Nigga they got planes, nigga tanks, nigga
Ahh fuck them fools
Wipe out yo' hood
But I'd take of all them fools nigga
I got down here nigga
Man, nigga, nobody mo' down they deep nigga
You you deeper than them? they deep nigga!
Ahh
got everythang!
What, oh shit, - what the fuck is that?
big explosions*}

Yeah, I my weapon fo' times a day
I'm the devil-est, yes the world's mine to slay
I sipped wine with
I can make you a victim
Say nigga dope server licked him (I didn't do it)
A third of income that I get is
To sweat and I forget them dirty niggaz I snuffed
Yeah you figure tough, them coons be livin trife
With they civil rights, I got yo' midas in my 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, told ya
Totin with laser scopes
the slayer folks watch for my cops (with major doe)
Forget your vest, 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 though, not like them czechs in sarajevo
I got a but I'm still that mean
I gotta feel that - agent massey, how'd you kill that king?

I did it slickly, put a in his kidney
And sent him to bliss - made it look like terrorists
The heir to his throne, years old
I left his blown up, for that I get the fat bonus
So the cadillac's on I get back home
But there's the mobile - the fax with my target profile
Yo, I blow up a if I gotta
Orders from the top it don't til I gotcha, yeah
And when I do best to believe ya
Cause we do not take prisoners in the old u s of a
Too much red tape to
Plus the press say what want to now-a-days
I'm medals, for smart-bombin ghettos
Seven figure payroll, 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
soon a new shoppin mall 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 forces man them fools don't play
And the coppers that you see