Luyện nghe bài hát Secret Service

[conversation intro - uncredited]
Niggaz trippin smokin all this 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 nigga my calico
Boy even a little
Nigga, what mean to po-po?
Fool, rocket launchers, fool they some zarks
They ain't runnin up on the turf
Nigga they got planes, nigga tanks, bombs
Ahh them fools nigga
Wipe out yo' whole
But I'd care of all them fools nigga
I got down here nigga
Man, nigga, ain't mo' down they deep nigga
You you deeper than them? they deep nigga!
Ahh
got everythang!
What, oh shit, wait - what the is that?
big explosions*}

Yeah, I clean my fo' times a day
I'm the devil-est, yes the world's mine to slay
I sipped wine jay-hoover
I can you a murder victim
Say some nigga server licked him (I didn't do it)
A of income that I get is enough
To never sweat and I forget them niggaz I snuffed
Yeah you figure your tough, coons be livin trife
they civil rights, I got yo' midas in my pistol sights
You try to loot and think you post
I got the coast guard, get cause folks scarre
With my flame-thrower - you're yoda, slaveholder
Got a brain fo' ya, leave a poseur, slave ya
Totin glocks with scopes
Watch the slayer folks for my cops (with major doe)
Forget your vest, cause I'm bustin your
Gettin checks and medals sayin agent plus is the
Yeah, I do bribes, some front and say no
They can play though, not like czechs in sarajevo
I got a but I'm still that mean
I gotta feel that green - agent massey, how'd you kill king?

I did it slickly, put a knife in his
And sent him to bliss - it look like some terrorists
The to his throne, eight years 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 blow up a church if I
from 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 much red to mas-sey
Plus the press say what they want to
I'm gettin medals, for ghettos
figure payroll, give you wings and a halo
We run things, so lay low, keepin
Those to uprise we blow ya spot sky high
And bury ya - cause the lessa, you're the
Comin soon a new shoppin if you don't bear
With the - 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, them armed forces man them fools don't play
And the coppers that you see