Luyện nghe bài hát Black & Blue

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Cool-ass al, he got a from the neighborhood yo
Fly police car, the ninety-two mod-el.. now it out
Now al used to rob, used to smoke, used to
And he rolled a mean of dice
A factor boostin he was nice as he proved on the tip
At macy's, he and kid up in lacy's
his head to blow when he turned into a fed
I seen him, one day, I tried to get inside his
There's two fit ill, glock cops, with
Black shoes fit, they was made, from ashes
Another brother, a sister or somebody's
And when I see al, he never
Unless it's to make an
He kick it, unless he writes a ticket
He got a way, attitude everyday
It makes me kinda mad cause I really hit him
But brothers to get him
(shoot 'im inna de 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
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, sworn to whitey, do you that you're mighty?
You take the honor of bein the black bull
a shame cause use done out your righteous name
For a little and more fame
You're whole style is chump, you forgot to use the
So instead of warnin brothers, better and take the picture
You the brothers wanna hit ya
("gimme a gat I'm to smoke this motherfucker!")
So carry your gun, off duty
forget that there's a price on the booty
Hidin upstate make you safe
By the way, are you of christian
Then prepare to meet mystery, become a place in history
Force come shot with some brothers from uptown
And if we're not totally
Then you'll be left and blue

Man black ones 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
Then see who's god
Comin in our midst this motherfuckin confusion?
I send that ass back to the quick fast

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I knew a cop roy, a good nigga boy
To pull the trigger on another was a joy boy
Didn't a fuck if your face was black
He'll out your back, and say you sold crack
He'll see you in your car and like your look
He got beef with gold so now you're a crook
the lights, pull 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 black males
He wanna see em dead or either locked in
Down with every bust, for him it was a lust
Kickin down doors is like dickin whores
I when he was a rookie, a tough cookie
Beatin kids for playin hookie
You see roy is the type of
With a that's illegal
He like shakin down niggaz on the
you face down, let you hear the sound of the hammer cock!
No need to out a report
Cause everybody know roy get caught
Now he's 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 ever
Toy with the 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
beat you in your head, and leave your ass full of lead
Black and