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
With let niggas that ya
They know cat
But with some new shit Clue shit
We for this thriller

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

I'll only tell you 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 looking
Fuck a I wan't the world trust

Feds of my ass
I gotta think
'Cause black man town
You this shit won't last
We try to like ass
low, got to hurl that cash
Into the trouble blow
how you do it

We got cops and
and spicks
Flashy cars, stars
Moving and bricks
It over on the streets
We got to get
So up, guns cock
Don't get to this

We got and robbers
Niggas and
cars, ghetto stars
Moving stones and
It over on the streets
We got to get
So heads up, guns
get rocked to this

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

me on this
My is priceless
You can't pawn
I might drop jewels
The way I cop
The way my drops fools
The way my influence
a nigga to do a murder
Type of you never heard of

From to fat burger
On some long shit
I be doing forever like that nigga Von Zeil
Plus I shit, I bomb shit
I had of Brooklyn niggas
"Yeah them Bronx niggas they get down"

So hold your up, and move fast
You got to up
Clue, Minnesota
Lord Tariq run these streets
Nigga peep up, to the sidewalk
And nothing to comprehend
When my nine

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

I the Devil screaming BK
'Cause I for big
Live like pop did, shells stop the kid
In some rap I pack, used to be in for crack
Molka type of lid a passing for stacks
Dreads me African Black named after my medicine
veteran with one gun
Killed men

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

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

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

We got cops and
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 rocked to

DJ Clue,