Luyện nghe bài hát Fed

There is going on down here
In

In Vallejo, California,
In
In Vallejo, California,

He he's just a, timah name, rang-in
Major factor, Fed Ex, high lawyers
And a young nigga his way

mannish ass nigga on restriction
Cryin' with his nose in the corner
Broke up out of old punk shit and said
"Momma do what the fuck I wanna"

Hit the streets and make a
Full of bread if I end up dead press delete
I'm of eating powdered meat
Within a nigga to get to the grind

So that boy scored a key
Two hundred and fifty-two milligrams
We'll sell it like a coke candy
And I'm plugged it, bail off into that old high powered shit

These are the type of niggaz that'll let a know
the drought about to hit, my [unverified]
Get a 40 and mask it, it on God
Because me got me scratch paper buried in the

Me and my click thick f'real and be thinkin' of funk
you a moth problems nigga?
Let that go or get your head off
Catch you out of bounds on the fuckin' soil
Wrap ass up like aluminum foil

I'm Fed Ex, duty nigga, pushin' weight
(Pushin' weight)
From sardines and Spam to Teriyaki
ain't but plus sixteen
Fuckin' with the skillet, makin' a killin'
through three or four units a week on the over, over

Puttin' the on 'em
(Whammy on 'em)
Cake up and baking soda, all that old
(What's yo' occupation?)
I'm a timah

Timah name, rang-in, factor
Fed Ex, high lawyers
And a nigga havin' his way

Let 'em know, let 'em main
Let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em
Let 'em know, let 'em know
Let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em

Bitch I thought ya knew, I thought ya knew
Huh, now check it, I'm to the point I don't touch it no mo'
You probably got lieutenants and killers all on the
With po-po's on payroll, huh, lavish vehicles, they only life fo'-up
row seats at the fights, takin' long expensive flights, huh

Q's, P's, certificates and fake ID's
Like to liquor, with beadies and leaves
The motherfuckin' fuzz wanna us
Found our fingerprints on choppers

to the scanner, I hear the Penelope's say
"Man uhh, them nigger boys, I stand uhh"
Young hoodlums sellin hawk, cloggin' up the
Inna come-a new 6-double-zero
We party in mansions V.I.P.'s nigga fuck a
Invite celebrities like E-40 and J.R. Ridah,

I'm so
I'm so serious
I'm so brotha
I got n

He he's just a, timah name, rang-in
factor, Fed Ex
High lawyers
And a young havin' his way

Let 'em know, let 'em know
Let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em
Let 'em know, let 'em know
Let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em

Wassup
Whas happenin', who
it's yo' boy
My bo?
Whassup you timah when yo ass town?

On a mission about my to the hillside of Vallejo
On a mission my mail to the hillside of Vallejo
On a mission about my mail to the of Vallejo
On a about my mail to the hillside of Vallejo

On a mission about my to the hillside of Vallejo
On a about my mail to the hillside of Vallejo
On a mission my mail to the hillside of Vallejo

You niggaz got me fucked, up
Me yanked myself up out the game, up, motherfucker
I got bills to pay, nigga if you get out my way
I'm peels your toupee
I'm in it to and I'm straight from the Bay

But I never woulda thought that I would like that
I can invest my in a franchise
Get 'em up out the hood before my homies lose they
Buy a fuckin' record company and my mail rise

Ha ha, yeah,
Big timah, a motherfucker have his bread,
Fed Ex to the highest degree, tax
Ballin' out of control

A major factor playin' a white man's man
Sneak in and out, campaign champagne and clam thang
Game can be and told at the same time
And this shit here is to sprinkle yo' mind
High-powered ass shit man for my ass Clickalation
Get it while it's good it's to graduation, understand me?

He said he's a, timah name, rang-in
factor, Fed Ex
High powered
And a young havin' his way

Let 'em know, let 'em know
Let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em
Let 'em know, let 'em know
Let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em

Timah name,
factor, Fed Ex
High lawyers
And a nigga havin' his way

Let 'em know, let 'em main
Let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em
Let 'em know, let 'em know
Let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em