Luyện nghe bài hát Black & Blue

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Cool-ass al, he got a badge the neighborhood yo
Fly police car, the mod-el.. now check it out
Now al used to rob, used to smoke, 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 when he turned into a fed
I him, one day, I tried to get inside his head
There's two fit ill, cops, with passion
Black shoes fit, like was made, from ashes
Another brother, a sister or pops
And when I see al, he stops
Unless it's to make an
He can't kick it, unless he a ticket
He got a nasty way, everyday
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 worst devil is a one
And if you see one you to attack 'um
One day, I had the lit, up on lewis park
Cool al appears, backs up, fresh
It's a hot day black, and the sun's down
But I gotta get on the
You're, sworn to whitey, do you that you're mighty?
You take the of bein 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, better hide and take the
You the brothers wanna hit ya
("gimme a gat I'm bout to smoke motherfucker!")
So carry 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 to meet your mystery, become a place in history
Force come shot down with some brothers uptown
And if not totally through
you'll be left black and blue

Man these black is just as bad as the motherfuckin white ones
They get a bullshit badge, and think that god
But yo I havin that shit, I put a hole in they fuckin ass
Then they see god
in our midst causin this motherfuckin confusion?
I send that ass to the essence 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 was black
blow out your back, and say you sold crack
He'll see you in your car and like your look
He got with gold teeth so now you're a crook
Flash the lights, pull to the
Put up a fight, well say night night, cause roy boy
out the heater, for him there's nuttin sweeter
Eight to your head, his nine millimeter
Roy had a thing about young black
He see em dead or either locked in jail
Down every drug bust, for him it was a lust
Kickin doors is like dickin down whores
I remember when he was a rookie, a cookie
Beatin down kids for hookie
You see roy is the type of
a alter-ego that's illegal
He like down niggaz on the block
Take you face down, let you hear the of the hammer cock!
No need to out a report
everybody know roy doesn't get caught
Now feeling like superman
To the trooper stand, with an uzi in his
Now roy's gotta
The pig's gonna get smoked cancer, sticks
For all the tricks roy's ever played
Toy the wrong nigga, boy you get, sprayed
For all the up shit, that you put a brother through
Black man, to love you
even if you're dead, me and my crew
Will beat you in your head, and leave your ass of lead
and blue