Luyện nghe bài hát F. B. I.

I'm wakin' up in the mornin', with on my mind
Mother-fuck the education, and drug
I'm smokin' on that weed, and the is gettin' tasty
Dead in my closet cause they tried to chase me
November the 29th, I bust my mothers cock
Pussy hole was 'dicted she drinkin', now I'm to crack rock
So mother-fuck you bitches and you tryin' to do me in
Police in and he tries 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 smell
A honkey's on the block, to my knee, and took a shot
I seen him drop, one time, this ain't the place for
Since a fed, I took off his face for that
Honk that he tried to pull and you know he couldn't get away with this
Bitch I'm a time bomb, time, so don't you with this
Fuck being indicted, so don't you try it, that's the story
Cops go to the cemetery, no snitches in my
I'm fin to n' rock it up, so where's my silver spoon
I put my yea out on the block, and all you is boom
This is my set, so you can jet, or get sweater wet
A fed is bloody, been wounded by a fucking tech
Rat-tat ta-ta tat-tat, I'm a take him up out his
For ridin' my and tryin' to stick me with delivery
Loose lips, ships, oh this is do or die
This is a from Shoestring to the F.B.I.
gone, so I guess you dirty cops are clean
You a father from their family, mother-fuck they dreams
Is you said, so mother-fuck the bitch ass fed
I want you dead, I'm a pump ass full of lead
Let's a deal, this shit is real, ill
I pack my steel, you let him go, then we can let you
You made that switch, and now time to kill you bitch
Give you an of bullets, and put you in a ditch
Drug dealers and fed killers, lets get
Boom O's on them hoes, green, fuck being

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

Since I wouldn't give her a rock, she sending the federal in my spot
Conspiracy and distribution, drop some grip so I can it
Free again to sell dope, bitch, fuck indicted

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