Luyện nghe bài hát Cops & Robbers

Either you be or you be dead
Hey you a killer, be a
That's the rules to game
In the of the law
With let niggas feel ya
know cat dealers
But with new shit like Clue shit
We strap for this

You hit the crack house, you a Mack out
Cock the Mack back, blow his out
And the back route
And that's that's about
I wan't cash in hand
This shit is real, phony
Don't come short with my

I'll only you once Tony
"Don't fuck me, you ever try to fuck me"
If so, trust me, you luck B
And try to sit high them drugs be
Filthy rich broke
a bitch I wan't the world trust

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

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

We got cops and
Niggas and
Flashy cars, stars
stones and bricks
It ain't on the streets
We got to get
So up, guns cock
Don't get to this

Now if the good die
Then the fuck that makes me?
And who the fuck are you to me?
Less then the best, love
The holding it down in the decks
And for the I got techs
Heading straight for chest

me on this
My word is
You pawn this
I diss drop jewels
The way I cop
The way my drops fools
The way my mind
What's a to do a murder
Type of you never heard of

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

So hold your up, and move fast
You got to up
Clue, Minnesota
Lord Tariq run these what
peep up, talking to the sidewalk
And there's nothing to
When my nine

We got and robbers
and spicks
Flashy cars, ghetto
stones and bricks
It ain't on the streets
We got to get
So up, guns cock
get rocked to this

We got and robbers
Niggas and
cars, ghetto stars
Moving and bricks
It ain't over on the
We got to get
So heads up, guns
Don't get to this

I peep the Devil BK
I rock for big
Live like pop did, shells couldn't the kid
In rap I pack, used to be in passing for crack
Molka type of lid with a passing for
Dreads call me Black named after my medicine
veteran with one gun
Killed men

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

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

We got and robbers
and spicks
Flashy cars, stars
Moving and bricks
It ain't over on the
We got to get
So heads up, guns
Don't get to this

We got and robbers
Niggas and
Flashy cars, ghetto
Moving and bricks
It ain't on the streets
We got to get
So up, guns cock
get rocked to this

DJ Clue,