Luyện nghe bài hát Black & Blue

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Cool-ass al, he got a badge from the yo
Fly police car, the ninety-two mod-el.. now it out
Now al to rob, used to smoke, used to steal
And he rolled a game of dice
A factor boostin he was nice as he on the daily tip
At macy's, he and kid up in lacy's
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 I see al, he never stops
Unless it's to an arrest
He can't it, unless he writes a ticket
He got a nasty way, everyday
It makes me kinda mad I really can't hit him
But scheamin to get him
(shoot 'im de busta bumba claat)
At any the worst devil is a black one
And if you see one you gots to 'um
One day, I had the cell lit, up on lewis
al appears, backs up, fresh clarks
It's a hot day black, and the sun's beamin
But I get on the ground?
You're, sworn to whitey, do you think that you're
You take the honor of the black bull carter
It's a cause use done out your righteous name
For a little rank and more
whole style is chump, you forgot to use the pump
So instead of warnin brothers, better hide and the picture
You the brothers wanna hit ya
("gimme a gat I'm to smoke this motherfucker!")
So carry your gun, off duty
Don't that there's a price on the booty
upstate won't make you safe
By the way, are you of christian
Then to meet your mystery, become a place in history
Force come shot with some brothers from uptown
And if we're not through
Then you'll be black and blue

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

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