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 cat dealers
But with some new shit Clue shit
We for this thriller

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 is real, never phony
Don't short with my money

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

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

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

We got cops and
Niggas and
cars, ghetto stars
Moving stones and
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 fuck makes me?
And who the are you to rape me?
Less then the best, bulletproof
The thugs it down in the decks
And for the frauds I got
Heading straight for chest

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

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

So hold your up, and move fast
You got to up
Because Clue,
Lord Tariq run streets what
peep up, talking to the sidewalk
And there's to comprehend
When my talks

We got cops and
and spicks
Flashy cars, stars
Moving stones and
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
stones and bricks
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 pop did, shells couldn't stop the kid
In some rap I pack, used to be in for crack
Molka 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, fake tough guys with full Gazi's
Mercedes, three pounds under the blue avy
Bomb crews my power beyond you
Now I push your line back
Do what the do
I warned you, and sworn no
the thing out

Got the surrounded like cops
And rang out
instinct, blood type is thoroughbred
Run the rough heads
Leave you in buroughbed
Respect my hood, like the do
B K to the
kane, Lord Tariq & Clue

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

We got cops and
and spicks
Flashy cars, ghetto
Moving stones and
It over on the streets
We got to get
So up, guns cock
get rocked to this

DJ Clue,