Luyện nghe bài hát Secret Service

[conversation intro - uncredited]
Niggaz trippin smokin all this weed and man
You know when it jump we gon' our mind and bodies ready boy
Nigga, nigga, ain't nuttin man
Foooool, I got my nigga my calico
Boy a little deuce-deuce
Nigga, what that mean to
Fool, rocket launchers, po-po they some zarks
They ain't up on the turf nigga
Nigga they got planes, nigga tanks, nigga
Ahh fuck fools nigga
out yo' whole hood
But I'd take care of all them fools
I got down motherfuckers here
Man, nigga, ain't nobody mo' they deep nigga
You think you deeper than them? they nigga!
Ahh
got everythang!
What, oh shit, wait - what the fuck is
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 you a murder victim
Say some nigga server licked him (I didn't do it)
A third of income I get is enough
To sweat and I forget them dirty 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 loot and think you post
I got the coast guard, get ghost folks scarre
With my - you're lame yoda, slaveholder
Got a brain fo' ya, leave a poseur, slave ya
glocks with laser scopes
Watch the folks watch for my cops (with major doe)
your vest, cause I'm bustin your chest
Gettin checks and medals sayin plus is the best
Yeah, I do bribes, some people and say no
can play though, not like them czechs in sarajevo
I got a family but I'm that mean
I feel that green - 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 - 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 when I do best to ya through
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 medals, for smart-bombin 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 bury ya - cause the lessa, you're the
Comin soon a new mall if you don't bear
the program - cold and callous, no man
Women, or is safe (why? ) cause 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