Luyện nghe bài hát F. B. I.

I'm up in the mornin', with problems on my mind
Mother-fuck the education, and ra-bilitation
I'm smokin' on that weed, and the green is gettin'
Dead feds in my closet cause they to chase me
November the 29th, I bust open my cock
Pussy hole was 'dicted she drinkin', now I'm addicted to crack
So mother-fuck you bitches and you tryin' to do me in
Police in disguises and he to buy Peruvian
Knockin' at my fuckin' door, duckin 'and dodgin' on that
That oonkin'(?) got you 'noid, got me reachin' for my
Peepin' up out my window pane, I cops
A honkey's on the block, drop to my knee, and a shot
I seen him drop, one time, this ain't the place for
Since he's a fed, I off his face for that
Honk shit that he tried to pull and you he couldn't get away with this
Bitch I'm a time bomb, time, so don't you play with
Fuck being indicted, so you try it, that's the fuckin' story
Cops go to the cemetery, no snitches in my
I'm fin to stir n' it up, so where's my silver spoon
I put my yea out on the block, and all you hear is
This is my set, so you can jet, or get that wet
A fed is bloody, he's wounded by a fucking tech
ta-ta tat-tat, I'm a take him up out his misery
For ridin' my nuts and to stick me with delivery
Loose lips, sink ships, oh is do or die
is a letter from Shoestring to the F.B.I.
Backstabbers gone, so I you dirty cops are clean
You took a father from their family, mother-fuck dreams
Is what you said, so the bitch ass fed
I want you dead, I'm a pump your ass of lead
Let's make a deal, this is real, ill
I pack my steel, you let him go, we can let you live
You made that switch, and now it's time to you bitch
Give you an overdose of bullets, and put you in a
Drug dealers and fed killers, lets get
Boom O's on hoes, green, fuck being indicted

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Mother-fuck the F.B.I., bitches I'm to die
Harlem Green's on my dick, cause I won't slang his drug supply
Jail never scared me none, fuck the feds and vice cops too
Distribution of cocaine, is that all can come with dude
badgers police fast, find yourself a better snitch
Cause that bitch you got rocks
And so that mean her ain't shit
If I get some prison time, give me mine I ain't fake
Since my clique snitch, when I get out all my connections straight
The Journal my name in lights, entrapment to the third degree
'Fore my can come, the newspapers wanna sentence me
Bitch prepared to go, you'll never get this chance again
baby by my auntie, and want your nephew in the pen
Bitch we ain't no kin, fuck that I ain't in that mood
Bring in the indictment papers, eatin' all my grandmother's
Bitch you know that's rude, attitude is to the third
Send me to penitentiary, come out that a straight up G
Never been a busta, always been a hustla yea
Came up caps, so we could deal this dime right where I stay
Out to make my pay, and sellin' yea's the only way I
Fiends the block, soon as I open up my rock house door
Gotta make some more, I'm droppin' on that digital scale
More popular than Taco Bell, taco shells making sells
Mother-fuck a bitch, I want a key, give me uncut raw
Shit'll numb your jaw, the cocaine these crackheads ever saw
momma eyes are big again, every time she smokes she plots

Since I give her a rock, she sending the federal government in my spot
and distribution, drop some grip so I can fight it
Free again to dope, bitch, fuck being indicted

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