Luyện nghe bài hát Black & Blue

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Cool-ass al, he got a from the neighborhood yo
Fly car, the ninety-two mod-el.. now check it out
Now al used to rob, used to smoke, to steal
And he a mean game of dice
A factor boostin he was as he proved on the daily 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
There's two fit ill, glock cops, passion
Black shoes fit, like they was made, from
Another brother, a sister or somebody's
And when I see al, he stops
Unless to make an arrest
He can't it, unless 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 level the worst devil is a one
And if you see one you gots to 'um
One day, I had the cell lit, up on park
Cool al appears, up, fresh clarks
a hot day black, and the sun's beamin down
But I get on the ground?
You're, sworn to whitey, do you that you're mighty?
You take the honor of the black bull carter
It's a shame cause use out your 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 know the wanna hit ya
("gimme a gat I'm to smoke this motherfucker!")
So your gun, especially off duty
Don't forget that there's a price on the
Hidin upstate won't make you
By the way, are you of christian
Then prepare to meet your mystery, become a in history
come shot down with some brothers from uptown
And if we're not totally
Then you'll be left black and

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

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I knew a cop named roy, a good 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
He'll see you in your car and don't like look
He got beef with gold teeth so now a crook
the lights, pull to the right
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 nine
Roy had a thing about young black
He wanna see em or either locked in jail
Down with every drug bust, for him it was a
down doors is like dickin down whores
I remember he was a rookie, a tough cookie
Beatin down for playin hookie
You see roy is the type of
a alter-ego that's illegal
He like shakin down on the block
Take you face down, let you hear the sound of the cock!
No to fill out a report
Cause know roy doesn't get caught
Now feeling like superman
To the trooper stand, an uzi in his hand
Now roy's gotta
The pig's gonna get smoked like cancer,
For all the tricks that ever played
Toy with the wrong nigga, boy you get,
For all the fucked up shit, that you put a through
man, learn to love you
Cause even if you're dead, me and my
beat you in your head, and leave your ass full of lead
Black and