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, used to
And he rolled a mean 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 turned a fed
I seen him, one day, I tried to get his head
There's two fit ill, glock cops, with
Black fit, like they was made, from ashes
Another brother, a sister or pops
And when I see al, he stops
Unless it's to an arrest
He can't kick it, unless he writes a
He got a nasty way, everyday
It me kinda mad cause I really can't hit him
But brothers to get him
(shoot 'im inna de 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
Cool al appears, up, fresh clarks
It's a hot day black, and the beamin down
But I get on the ground?
You're, sworn to whitey, do you that you're mighty?
You take the honor of bein the bull carter
It's a 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 the picture
You know the wanna hit ya
("gimme a gat I'm to smoke this motherfucker!")
So carry your gun, especially off
Don't forget there's a price on the booty
Hidin won't make you safe
By the way, are you of christian
Then prepare to your mystery, become a place in history
Force come shot down with some from uptown
And if we're not through
Then you'll be 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 ain't that shit, I put a hole in they fuckin ass
they see who's god
Comin in our causin this motherfuckin confusion?
I send that ass back to the quick fast

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I knew a cop named roy, a nigga boy
To the trigger 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 so now you're a crook
Flash the lights, to the right
Put up a fight, say night night, cause roy boy might
Pull out the heater, for him there's nuttin
Eight to your head, from his millimeter
Roy had a thing about young black
He wanna see em dead or either in jail
Down every drug bust, for him it was a lust
Kickin down doors is dickin down whores
I remember when he was a rookie, a tough
Beatin down for playin hookie
You see roy is the type of
With a alter-ego that's
He like shakin down on the block
Take you face down, let you the sound of the hammer cock!
No need to fill out a
Cause everybody know roy get caught
Now he's feeling superman
To the trooper stand, an uzi in his hand
Now gotta answer
The pig's gonna get smoked like cancer,
For all the tricks roy's ever played
Toy with the nigga, boy you get, sprayed
For all the fucked up shit, that you put a brother
Black man, learn to you
Cause even if you're dead, me and my
Will beat you in your head, and leave your ass of lead
Black and