Luyện nghe bài hát Black & Blue

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Cool-ass al, he got a badge the neighborhood 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 game of
A factor he was nice 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, glock cops, passion
shoes fit, like they was made, from ashes
Another brother, a or somebody's pops
And when I see al, he never
Unless to make an arrest
He can't it, unless he writes a ticket
He got a way, attitude everyday
It makes me kinda mad cause I really hit him
But scheamin to get him
(shoot 'im de busta bumba claat)
At any level the devil is a black one
And if you see one you to attack 'um
One day, I had the lit, up on lewis 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 think that mighty?
You the honor of bein the black bull carter
It's a shame cause use out your righteous name
For a little rank and more
You're whole is chump, you forgot to use the pump
So instead of warnin brothers, better and take the picture
You the brothers wanna hit ya
("gimme a gat I'm bout to this motherfucker!")
So carry your gun, off duty
Don't forget there's a price on the booty
upstate won't make you safe
By the way, are you of faith?
Then to meet your mystery, become a place in history
come shot down with some brothers from uptown
And if not totally through
Then you'll be left black and

Man these ones is just as bad as the motherfuckin white ones
get a bullshit badge, and think that they god
But yo I havin 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 essence fast

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I a cop named roy, a good nigga boy
To the trigger on another brother was a joy boy
Didn't give a fuck if face was black
He'll out your back, and say you sold crack
He'll see you in your car and don't like your
He got beef with teeth so now you're a crook
Flash the lights, to the right
Put up a fight, well say night night, roy boy might
Pull out the heater, for him there's sweeter
Eight to your head, from his nine
Roy had a thing about black males
He wanna see em or either locked in jail
Down with drug bust, for him it was a lust
down doors is like dickin down whores
I when 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 niggaz on the
you face down, let you hear 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 pig's get smoked like cancer, sticks
For all the tricks roy's ever played
Toy the wrong nigga, boy you get, sprayed
For all the fucked up shit, that you put a through
Black man, learn to you
Cause even if you're dead, me and my
beat you in your head, and leave your ass full of lead
Black and