Luyện nghe bài hát Tell The Feds

And it stop to the beat, baby
Funky on the microphone
One time for your mind,
(Beeyatch)
$hort Dogg's in the house
Doin' what we do, a stack
(Gettin' money)
Gettin'
(Gettin' money)

Tell the Feds we ain't no coke factory
(Fuck a secret indictment, all I do is shit)
Tell the we ain't runnin' no coke factory
(You got the wrong rappers, nigga you tell 'em)

the Feds we ain't runnin' no coke factory
(Tell 'em $hort, 'em)
Tell the Feds we ain't runnin' no factory
(Ooh)

You the law and you got caught
Got a good lawyer, case is bein'
Life is of choices, make 'em at the crossroads
If you had five, you lost four
apprehended, handcuffed and can't stand it
Don't wanna go to but you was caught redhanded
A felony, strike two
Federal like, "What you wanna do?"

Make a choice, so you start to back
$hort Dogg was a nigga that rapped
Half my life ago, didn't sell no
I sold fiend music for your stereo
at the crossroads in '84
I knew hella that was slangin' coke
Use to tell my homeboys, me a sack
Postin' me at the dopehouse the crack

My niggas wouldn't do it, I 'em for that
now I still rap and get paid to gat
Since '87, how the shit comes
We two hundred thousand in six months
Sellin' tapes not cakes, kept comin'
Fuck boats, niggas makin' hundreds
Legit, you I'm stupid, bitch
I bought a studio so I can do shit

Tell the Feds we ain't runnin' no factory
(You got it twisted,
Why pressin' charges when I'm hard and shit)
Tell the Feds we runnin' no coke factory
(Run 'em, tell 'em $hort, tell 'em)

I used to sell weed in school, smoked the profit
I never sold company due, I knock it
'Cuz the inner city public system is fucked
Go to class all day, you ain't gettin'
So at it's time to put in work
Buy you dope and go hit the turf
no scholarship, no rap contract
But a nigga get paid hop and crack

I got lucky, it's not a scheme
I've sellin' rap tapes since I was 15
I told the Oakland police, too many
I make a lot of money doin rhymes
I never sell drugs to my freedom
You could make me realize I need 'em
I went hundreds, to hundreds to thousands, to millions
I know police want, I feel 'em

I'm always ballin' there in the hype
Instantly, dope dealer
But shit is serious, I know I never drugs
So why these motherfuckers ta roll me up?
And smoke me, why? No one
The only I did wrong was fuck all ya hoes
I don't smoke blunts and sho' don't sell 'em
Call the FBI, somebody tell 'em

the Feds we ain't runnin' no coke factory
(All you motherfuckers is lookin' at us jewelery and shit
all you are)
Tell the we ain't runnin' no coke factory
(Somebody better 'em we got receipts)

Rap is new, not long ago
Made a dollars last year 'round the globe
Now all the little can't let it go
To the new millennium with a new flow
Too $hort straight from the O
If you're like me, you're ta make some doe
Roll to the spot and try ta a hoe
Pimp her real hard and then take it

I rap to a bitch, I'm a pro
I this game like never befo'
Grab the microphone and always rock the
I grab me a freak, tell her, "Keep it on the low"
If I take her to my she won't say no
I burn rubber with the bitch in my
California niggas the top and roll
Stare up at the mountains, see no snow

I go coast to coast smokin'
If my bitch actin' up, I fuck her so
investigate me for sellin' dope
If you see me rollin through the ghetto
I'm on my way to the studio
Probably playin' somethin' loud on the
$hort Dogg, don't forget the funk
your mind and your ass will follow'

Tell the Feds we ain't no coke factory
(We're up in this motherfuckin' holdin' tank
Sor hidin' ass niggas)
Tell the Feds we ain't runnin' no coke
(Nigga, I was promoted a of Kentucky nigga and D.C.)

Pop this shit, be outta state, niggas is hella
Moms mess with the motherfuckin' phone
My girl, fuckin' up, goddamn
Nigga you stop all that motherfuckin' snitchin'
them motherfuckers
We ain't runnin' no coke factory
Tell 'em, 'em, tell 'em
You tell 'em
Let 'em know, 'em