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 as he proved on the daily tip
At macy's, he and this kid up in
Throw his head to blow he turned into a fed
I seen him, one day, I 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 somebody's
And when I see al, he stops
Unless it's to an arrest
He can't kick it, he writes a ticket
He got a nasty way, attitude
It makes me kinda mad I really can't hit him
But scheamin to get him
(shoot 'im de busta bumba claat)
At any level the worst devil is a one
And if you see one you to attack 'um
One day, I had the cell lit, up on lewis
Cool al appears, backs up, clarks
It's a hot day black, and the sun's beamin
But I get on the ground?
You're, to whitey, do you think that you're mighty?
You take the honor of the black bull carter
It's a shame use done out your righteous name
For a little rank and more
You're whole style is chump, you 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 to smoke 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 with some brothers from uptown
And if we're not through
Then you'll be black and blue

Man these ones is just as bad as the motherfuckin white ones
They get a badge, and think that they 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 a cop named roy, a good nigga boy
To pull the on another brother was a joy boy
Didn't give a fuck if your face was
blow out your back, and say you sold crack
He'll see you in car and don't like your look
He got beef with teeth so now you're 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 sweeter
Eight to your head, his nine millimeter
Roy had a thing about black males
He wanna see em dead or locked in jail
Down every drug bust, for him it was a lust
Kickin down doors is like dickin down
I remember he was a rookie, a tough cookie
Beatin down for playin hookie
You see roy is the of ne-gro
With a alter-ego illegal
He like shakin down on the block
Take you down, let you hear the sound of the hammer cock!
No need to fill out a
Cause everybody know roy get caught
Now feeling like superman
To the stand, with an uzi in his hand
Now roy's answer
The pig's gonna get like cancer, sticks
For all the tricks that roy's played
Toy with the nigga, boy you get, sprayed
For all the fucked up shit, that you put a brother
Black man, 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