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, used to smoke, to steal
And he rolled a mean of dice
A factor boostin he was nice as he proved on the tip
At macy's, he and kid up in lacy's
Throw his head to blow when he into a fed
I seen him, one day, I tried to get his head
two fit ill, glock cops, with passion
Black shoes fit, like was made, from ashes
Another brother, a sister or somebody's
And I see al, he never stops
Unless it's to an arrest
He can't kick it, he writes a ticket
He got a nasty way, everyday
It makes me mad cause I really can't hit him
But scheamin to get him
(shoot 'im de busta bumba claat)
At any level the devil is a black one
And if you see one you to attack '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 sun's beamin
But I gotta get on the
You're, sworn to whitey, do you that you're mighty?
You take the honor of the black bull carter
a shame cause use done out your righteous name
For a little rank and fame
whole style is chump, you forgot to use the pump
So instead of warnin brothers, hide and take the picture
You know the brothers hit ya
("gimme a gat I'm bout to this motherfucker!")
So your gun, especially off duty
Don't forget that a price on the booty
Hidin won't make you safe
By the way, are you of christian
prepare to meet your mystery, become a place in history
Force come shot down with some from uptown
And if we're not totally
you'll be left black and blue

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

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I knew a cop named roy, a nigga boy
To pull the on another brother was a joy boy
Didn't give a fuck if your was black
He'll out your back, and say you sold crack
see you in your car and don't like your look
He got with gold teeth so now you're a crook
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
to your head, from his nine millimeter
Roy had a thing young black males
He wanna see em dead or either in jail
Down with drug 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 for playin hookie
You see roy is the of ne-gro
a alter-ego that's illegal
He like shakin 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 doesn't get
Now feeling like superman
To the trooper stand, with an uzi in his
Now roy's gotta
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
man, learn to love you
Cause even if you're dead, me and my
Will beat you in your head, and your ass full of lead
and blue