Luyện nghe bài hát Black & Blue

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Cool-ass al, he got a badge from the yo
Fly car, the ninety-two mod-el.. now check it out
Now al used to rob, 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
Throw his head to blow he turned into a fed
I him, one day, I tried to get inside his head
There's two fit ill, glock cops, with
Black shoes fit, like they was made, ashes
brother, a sister or somebody's pops
And when I see al, he never
Unless to make an arrest
He can't kick it, he writes a ticket
He got a nasty way, attitude
It makes me mad cause I really can't hit him
But scheamin to get him
(shoot 'im inna de busta claat)
At any the worst devil is a black one
And if you see one you to attack 'um
One day, I had the cell lit, up on park
Cool al appears, backs up, fresh
It's a hot day black, and the beamin 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
It's a shame cause use done out righteous name
For a little and more fame
whole style is chump, you forgot to use the pump
So instead of warnin brothers, better and take the picture
You the brothers wanna hit ya
("gimme a gat I'm bout to smoke motherfucker!")
So your gun, especially off duty
Don't forget that there's a price on the
upstate won't make you safe
By the way, are you of christian
Then prepare to your mystery, become a place in history
Force come shot down with brothers from uptown
And if not totally through
Then you'll be left black and

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

[lord
I knew a cop named roy, a good boy
To pull the trigger on brother was a joy boy
Didn't give a fuck if your face was
He'll blow out your back, and say you crack
see you in your car and don't like your look
He got beef with gold teeth so now you're a
the lights, pull to the right
Put up a fight, say night night, cause roy boy might
Pull out the heater, for him there's sweeter
Eight to head, from his nine millimeter
Roy had a thing about black males
He wanna see em or either locked in jail
Down with every bust, for him it was a lust
Kickin doors is like dickin down whores
I when he was a rookie, a tough cookie
Beatin kids for playin hookie
You see roy is the of ne-gro
With a alter-ego that's
He like shakin niggaz on the block
you face down, let you hear the sound of the hammer cock!
No to fill out a report
Cause everybody know roy doesn't get
Now he's feeling superman
To the trooper stand, an uzi in his hand
Now roy's answer
The pig's gonna get smoked like cancer,
For all the tricks that roy's ever
Toy with the wrong nigga, boy you get,
For all the fucked up shit, you put a brother through
Black man, to love you
Cause if you're dead, me and my crew
Will beat you in your head, and leave your ass full of
and blue