Luyện nghe bài hát Cops & Robbers

Either you be real or you be
Hey you a killer, be a
That's the rules to this
In the of the law
let niggas that feel ya
They know cat
But with some new shit like shit
We strap for this

You hit the crack house, you a Mack out
the Mack back, blow his back out
And the back route
And what that's about
Understand? I wan't cash in
This shit is real, never
Don't come short with my

I'll only tell you Tony
"Don't me, don't you ever try to fuck me"
If so, me, you outta luck B
And try to sit high where them be
Filthy looking broke
Fuck a I wan't the world trust

Keeping of my ass
I think fast
'Cause black man town
You know this shit won't
We try to like ass
Stay low, got to hurl cash
Into the blow past
how you do it

We got and robbers
and spicks
Flashy cars, ghetto
Moving stones and
It over on the streets
We got to get
So heads up, guns
Don't get to this

We got and robbers
Niggas and
Flashy cars, ghetto
Moving stones and
It over on the streets
We got to get
So heads up, cock
Don't get to this

Now if the die young
Then what the fuck makes me?
And who the are you to rape me?
then the best, bulletproof love
The thugs it down in the decks
And for the I got techs
Heading for your chest

me on this
My word is
You can't pawn
I might diss drop
The way I cop
The way my drops fools
The way my influence
What's a to do a murder
Type of shit you heard of

jimbos to fat burger
On last long shit
I be this forever like that nigga Von Zeil
I calm shit, I bomb shit
I had alot of niggas
Saying "Yeah them Bronx they get down"

So hold your heat up, and fast
You got to up
Clue, Minnesota
Lord Tariq run these what
Nigga up, talking to the sidewalk
And nothing to comprehend
my nine talks

We got and robbers
and spicks
Flashy cars, ghetto
Moving stones and
It ain't over on the
We got to get
So up, guns cock
Don't get rocked to

We got cops and
Niggas and
Flashy cars, ghetto
Moving and bricks
It ain't over on the
We got to get
So heads up, cock
get rocked to this

I the Devil screaming BK
'Cause I for big
Live like pop did, couldn't stop the kid
In rap I pack, used to be in passing for crack
type of lid with a passing for stacks
Dreads call me African Black named my medicine
Street with one gun
eleven men

It's too crazy, y'all fake guys with full Gazi's
Blue Mercedes, pounds under the blue avy
Bomb crews my mind power you
Now I push your hair back
Do what the do
I warned you, and no talking
the thing out

Got the surrounded like cops
And shots out
Animal instinct, blood type is
Run the rough heads
you in another buroughbed
Respect my hood, like the do
B K to the
Poor kane, Lord Tariq &

We got cops and
Niggas and
Flashy cars, stars
stones and bricks
It over on the streets
We got to get
So heads up, cock
Don't get rocked to

We got cops and
and spicks
Flashy cars, stars
Moving stones and
It ain't on the streets
We got to get
So up, guns cock
Don't get rocked to

DJ Clue,