Luyện nghe bài hát Cops & Robbers

Either you be real or you be
Hey you a killer, be a
the rules to this game
In the of the law
With let that feel ya
They cat dealers
But with some new like Clue shit
We for this thriller

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

only tell 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 where them be
rich looking broke
Fuck a I wan't the world trust

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

We got and robbers
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

We got and robbers
and spicks
Flashy cars, stars
stones and bricks
It over on the streets
We got to get
So heads up, cock
Don't get to this

Now if the die young
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
straight for your chest

Feel me on
My word is
You can't pawn
I might diss jewels
The way I cop
The way my nine fools
The way my influence
What's a nigga to do a
Type of shit you never of

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

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

We got and robbers
Niggas and
Flashy cars, stars
Moving stones and
It ain't over on the
We got to get
So heads up, cock
get rocked to this

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

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

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

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

We got cops and
Niggas and
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
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

DJ Clue,