Luyện nghe bài hát Black & Blue

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Cool-ass al, he got a badge from the yo
Fly police car, the mod-el.. now check it out
Now al used to rob, used to smoke, to steal
And he a mean game 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 when he into a fed
I seen him, one day, I tried to get inside his
two fit ill, glock cops, with passion
Black shoes fit, like they was made, ashes
brother, a sister or somebody's pops
And when I see al, he never
Unless it's to make an
He can't kick it, he writes a ticket
He got a nasty way, everyday
It makes me kinda mad cause I 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 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 take the honor of bein the black bull
It's a cause use done out your righteous name
For a little and more fame
You're whole is chump, you forgot to use the pump
So instead of brothers, better hide and take the picture
You know the brothers hit ya
("gimme a gat I'm bout to this motherfucker!")
So your gun, especially off duty
Don't forget that 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 some brothers from uptown
And if not totally through
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 havin that shit, I put a hole in they ass
Then they see god
Comin in our causin this motherfuckin confusion?
I send that ass to the essence quick fast

[lord
I a cop named roy, a good nigga boy
To the trigger on another brother was a joy boy
Didn't give a if your face was black
He'll out your back, and say you sold crack
see you in your car and don't like your look
He got beef with gold teeth so now you're a
Flash the lights, pull to the
Put up a fight, well say night night, roy boy might
Pull out the heater, for him there's sweeter
Eight to head, from his nine millimeter
Roy had a about young black males
He wanna see em dead or locked in jail
Down with drug bust, for him it was a lust
Kickin down doors is like down whores
I when he was a rookie, a tough cookie
Beatin down kids for playin
You see roy is the type of
a alter-ego that's illegal
He like shakin niggaz on the block
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 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 roy's ever played
Toy the wrong nigga, boy you get, sprayed
For all the fucked up shit, that you put a brother
Black man, learn to you
Cause even if dead, me and my crew
Will beat you in your head, and leave ass full of lead
and blue