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 to rob, used 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 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
brother, a sister or somebody's pops
And I see al, he never stops
it's to make an arrest
He can't kick it, he writes a ticket
He got a nasty way, everyday
It makes me kinda mad I really can't hit him
But brothers to get him
(shoot 'im de busta bumba claat)
At any level the 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 beamin down
But I gotta get on the
You're, to whitey, do you think that you're mighty?
You take the of bein the black bull carter
It's a shame cause use out your righteous name
For a rank and more fame
whole style is chump, you forgot to use the pump
So instead of warnin brothers, better and take the picture
You know the wanna hit ya
("gimme a gat I'm bout to smoke 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 prepare to meet mystery, become a place in history
Force come shot down with some from uptown
And if we're not totally
Then be left black and blue

Man these ones is just as bad as the motherfuckin white ones
They get a bullshit badge, and that they god
But yo I ain't havin that shit, I put a hole in fuckin ass
they see who's god
Comin in our midst this motherfuckin confusion?
I that ass back to the essence quick fast

[lord
I a cop named roy, a good nigga boy
To pull the on another brother was a joy boy
give a fuck if your face was black
He'll out your back, and say you sold crack
He'll see you in car and don't like your look
He got with gold teeth so now you're a crook
the lights, pull 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 young males
He see em dead or either locked in jail
with every drug bust, for him it was a lust
Kickin down doors is like down whores
I remember when he was a rookie, a 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 down, let you hear the sound of the hammer cock!
No need to out a report
Cause everybody know roy doesn't get
Now feeling like superman
To the trooper stand, an uzi in his hand
Now gotta answer
The pig's get smoked like cancer, sticks
For all the tricks that roy's ever
Toy the wrong nigga, boy you get, sprayed
For all the fucked up shit, that you put a brother
man, learn to love you
Cause if you're dead, me and my crew
Will beat you in your head, and leave your ass full of
and blue