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 feel ya
know cat dealers
But with some new shit like Clue
We strap for this

You hit the crack house, you pull a out
Cock the Mack back, his back out
And take the back
And that's what that's
I wan't cash in hand
This shit is real, never
Don't short with my money

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

Keeping of my ass
I gotta think
black man white town
You know shit won't last
We try to bubble ass
Stay low, got to hurl that
Into the trouble past
how you do it

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

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

Feel me on
My is priceless
You can't this
I might drop jewels
The way I cop
The way my drops fools
The way my mind
a nigga to do a murder
Type of shit you heard of

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

So hold your heat up, and fast
You got to up
Because Clue,
Lord run these streets what
Nigga peep up, talking to the
And there's nothing to
my nine talks

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

I peep the Devil BK
'Cause I for big
Live like pop did, shells stop the kid
In some rap I pack, to be in passing for crack
Molka of lid with a passing for stacks
Dreads call me African 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 mind beyond you
Now I push your hair back
Do what the do
I you, and sworn no talking
Bring the out

Got the block like cops
And rang out
Animal instinct, blood type is
Run with the rough
Leave you in another
my hood, like the heats do
B K to the
Poor kane, Lord Tariq &

We got cops and
Niggas and
cars, ghetto stars
Moving and bricks
It over on the streets
We got to get
So up, guns cock
get rocked to this

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

DJ Clue,