Luyện nghe bài hát Secret Service

[conversation - speakers uncredited]
Niggaz trippin smokin all weed and shit man
You know when it jump we gon' 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 that to po-po?
Fool, rocket launchers, po-po they some zarks
ain't runnin up on the turf nigga
Nigga got planes, nigga tanks, nigga bombs
Ahh them fools nigga
out yo' whole hood
But I'd care of all them fools nigga
I got down motherfuckers here
Man, nigga, ain't nobody mo' they deep nigga
You think you deeper than them? 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 jay-hoover
I can make you a murder
Say some nigga dope licked him (I didn't do it)
A third of income I get is enough
To never and I forget them dirty niggaz I snuffed
Yeah you figure your tough, coons 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 cause folks
With my flame-thrower - you're yoda, slaveholder
Got a brain fo' ya, a poseur, slave told ya
glocks with laser scopes
Watch the folks watch for my cops (with major doe)
Forget your vest, cause I'm bustin your
Gettin and medals sayin agent plus is the best
Yeah, I do bribes, people front and say no
They can play though, not like them in sarajevo
I got a but I'm still that 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, years old
I left his back blown up, for 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 I do best to believe ya through
Cause we do not take prisoners in the old u s of a
Too red tape to mas-sey
Plus the press say what they want to
I'm gettin medals, for smart-bombin
Seven figure payroll, give you wings and a
We run things, so lay low, paid
Those attempts to uprise we blow ya sky high
And bury ya - cause the lessa, the merrier
Comin soon a new mall if you don't bear
the program - cold 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