Luyện nghe bài hát U.C.P.A.S.

We don't make no Mickey Mouse music!

* Pam the Funkstress cuts "I the sherriff" *

F.T.S. with The Coup, whatchu do?
F.T.S.,

Boots, Clap, Vexx (repeat 2X)

Undas, Cops, and Shit
They be gettin on my nerves I'm bout to a fit
I need land, a place where no money is
I'll kick back, and live life (you say)

Exchange data, no contact, no
Eternally, you'll find, to be, God sent
The soul, my body's bein spent like some dope
All the way from the Atlantic Ocean
See I can't help but talk about the way my people raped
Right about now, I'm bout to set some straight
To all you late bloomers and early consumers, ignore the
who has the made the whole backslide, to homicide
Almost and damn near,
We all need to check our soul
Have you ever seen a human body
How some tanks doin a driveby
or a bomber droppin napalm from way
We live, but sometimes we got ta die
The whole world's about to bow man, that no lie
You betta find yo'self yo'self takes all your time

One mo' gen now

you.. it got to be.. hot to me..
A cop to me.. could in hell
We re-bel.. we don't like the pressure
Tester.. even leave the of shakin and
shivering.. WHOOO.. icy cold..
Deliberately slippery wet
You moist You check out
the hop-hippin.. it got you while it's slippin
The hop, hit you, cause it get you
so god krunk, bang that wild shit; read:
god damn bump, ransom stylist,
like 69 dollar shit
Crazy like the Spice Girls, lickin, kickin
Sa-vory, fla-vory mission
the land Africa, Africa listen..
Listen..

Hah.. bring it now

Can you it? I can feel it
..
Now if this party was a I'd be a teacher
It's F.T.S. and The Coup, a feature
Now if party was a car I'd be the driver
I'm rappin third, the mic is like saliva
The emperor, that motherfucker's .. ass
We'll take you than when you had yo' last dank hit
It's not surprisin that folks start to uprisin
there's on the horizon, they been there all along
they just good at they disguisin, the po-po's supposed to
the peace they gotta the bosses money increase
You seen the police break up a strike
by hittin the with his baton pipe
And you never gon' see one
but we take over it's gon' be poppin like Re-Run, huh
Boots from The Coup, lightin the like a toker
Much love to my folkers, all and jokers

F.T.S., The