Luyện nghe bài hát Cops & Robbers

Either you be or you be dead
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 new shit like 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 what that's about
Understand? I wan't cash in
shit is real, never phony
Don't come 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 them be
Filthy rich broke
Fuck a bitch I wan't the world

Feds of my ass
I gotta fast
black man white town
You know this shit 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
stones and bricks
It over on the streets
We got to get
So heads up, guns
Don't get to this

We got and robbers
Niggas and
cars, ghetto stars
Moving 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 are you to rape me?
then the best, bulletproof love
The thugs holding it in the decks
And for the frauds I got
Heading for your chest

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

jimbos to fat burger
On some last long
I be doing this like that nigga Von Zeil
Plus I calm shit, I shit
I had of Brooklyn niggas
Saying "Yeah them Bronx niggas get down"

So your heat up, and move fast
You got to up
Clue, Minnesota
Lord Tariq run streets what
Nigga up, talking to the sidewalk
And there's to comprehend
my nine talks

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

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

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

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

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

DJ Clue,