Luyện nghe bài hát Black & Blue

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Cool-ass al, he got a from the neighborhood yo
Fly police car, the ninety-two mod-el.. now it out
Now al to rob, used to smoke, used to steal
And he rolled a mean of dice
A factor boostin he was nice as he on the daily tip
At macy's, he and this kid up in
his head to blow when he turned into a fed
I seen him, one day, I tried to get his head
There's two fit ill, glock cops, passion
Black shoes fit, like they was made, ashes
brother, a sister or somebody's pops
And I see al, he never stops
Unless it's to make an
He can't it, unless he writes a ticket
He got a nasty way, attitude
It makes me kinda mad cause I can't hit him
But scheamin to get him
(shoot 'im inna de busta claat)
At any level the devil is a black one
And if you see one you gots to 'um
One day, I had the cell lit, up on lewis
Cool al appears, backs up, fresh
It's a hot day black, and the sun's down
But I get on the ground?
You're, sworn to whitey, do you think that you're
You the honor of bein the black bull carter
a shame cause use done out your righteous name
For a little and more fame
whole style is chump, you forgot to use the pump
So of warnin brothers, better hide and take the picture
You know the brothers hit ya
("gimme a gat I'm bout to smoke motherfucker!")
So carry gun, especially off duty
Don't forget that there's a on the booty
Hidin upstate won't you safe
By the way, are you of christian
Then prepare to meet your mystery, become a place in
Force come shot with some brothers from uptown
And if we're not through
you'll be left black and blue

Man these black ones is as bad as the motherfuckin white ones
They get a bullshit badge, and that they god
But yo I ain't that shit, I put a hole in they fuckin ass
Then see who's god
Comin in our midst this motherfuckin confusion?
I send that ass back to the essence quick

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I a cop named roy, a good nigga boy
To pull the on another brother was a joy boy
Didn't give a fuck if your face was
He'll blow out back, and say you sold crack
see you in your car and don't like your look
He got beef with teeth so now you're a crook
Flash the lights, pull to the
Put up a fight, say night night, cause roy boy might
out the heater, for him there's nuttin sweeter
Eight to your head, from his millimeter
Roy had a thing about young black
He wanna see em dead or either in jail
Down with every bust, for him it was a lust
Kickin down doors is dickin down whores
I remember he was a rookie, a tough cookie
Beatin down kids for hookie
You see roy is the type of
With a alter-ego that's
He like down niggaz on the block
Take you face down, let you hear the of the hammer cock!
No to fill out a report
Cause everybody know roy get caught
Now he's like superman
To the trooper stand, with an uzi in his
Now gotta answer
The pig's gonna get like cancer, sticks
For all the tricks roy's ever played
Toy the wrong nigga, boy you get, sprayed
For all the fucked up shit, that you put a through
man, learn to love you
Cause even if dead, me and my crew
Will beat you in your head, and leave your ass of lead
Black and