Luyện nghe bài hát Black & Blue

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Cool-ass al, he got a from the neighborhood yo
Fly police car, the mod-el.. now check it out
Now al to rob, used to smoke, used to steal
And he a mean game of dice
A boostin he was nice as he proved on the daily tip
At macy's, he and this kid up in
Throw his head to blow when he turned a fed
I seen him, one day, I tried to get inside his
There's two fit ill, glock cops, with
Black fit, like they was made, from ashes
Another brother, a sister or somebody's
And when I see al, he stops
Unless it's to an arrest
He can't kick it, unless he a ticket
He got a nasty way, attitude
It makes me kinda mad I really can't hit him
But scheamin to get him
(shoot 'im de busta bumba claat)
At any level the worst is a black one
And if you see one you gots to 'um
One day, I had the cell lit, up on park
al appears, backs up, fresh clarks
It's a hot day black, and the beamin down
But I gotta get on the
You're, sworn to whitey, do you think that you're
You take the honor of the black bull carter
a shame cause use done out your righteous name
For a little and more fame
You're whole style is chump, you to use the pump
So instead of warnin brothers, better and take the picture
You know the wanna hit ya
("gimme a gat I'm to smoke this motherfucker!")
So carry your gun, off duty
Don't forget that there's a price on the
Hidin upstate won't make you
By the way, are you of faith?
Then prepare to meet your mystery, a place in history
Force come shot down with some brothers from
And if not totally through
you'll be left black and blue

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

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I knew a cop named roy, a nigga boy
To pull the trigger on another was a joy boy
Didn't give a if your face was black
He'll blow out back, and say you sold crack
He'll see you in car and don't like your look
He got beef with gold so now you're a crook
Flash the lights, pull to the
Put up a fight, well say night night, roy boy might
Pull out the heater, for him there's nuttin
to your head, from his nine millimeter
Roy had a about young black males
He wanna see em dead or either locked in
Down with drug bust, for him it was a lust
Kickin down doors is like down whores
I when he was a rookie, a tough cookie
Beatin down for playin hookie
You see roy is the of ne-gro
a alter-ego that's illegal
He like shakin down on the block
Take you face down, let you hear the of the hammer cock!
No need to fill out a
everybody know roy doesn't get caught
Now he's feeling superman
To the trooper stand, an uzi in his hand
Now gotta answer
The pig's gonna get smoked like cancer,
For all the that roy's ever played
Toy with the wrong nigga, boy you get,
For all the fucked up shit, you put a brother through
Black man, learn to you
Cause even if you're dead, me and my
Will you in your head, and leave your ass full of lead
Black and