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 niggas that ya
They know cat
But with some new like Clue shit
We strap for thriller

You hit the crack house, you pull a out
Cock the back, blow his back out
And the back route
And that's what that's
Understand? I wan't in hand
This shit is real, phony
Don't come with 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
Filthy looking broke
Fuck a bitch I the world trust

Feds of my ass
I think fast
'Cause 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 and robbers
Niggas and
Flashy cars, ghetto
stones and bricks
It over on the streets
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
get rocked to this

Now if the die young
Then what the fuck that 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
Heading straight for chest

Feel me on
My is priceless
You pawn this
I might diss drop
The way I cop
The way my nine drops
The way my mind
What's a nigga to do a
Type of shit you never of

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

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

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

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
get rocked to this

I the Devil screaming BK
'Cause I for big
Live like pop did, shells couldn't the kid
In rap I pack, used to be in passing for crack
Molka of lid with a passing for stacks
Dreads call me Black named after my medicine
veteran with one gun
Killed men

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

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

We got and robbers
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

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

DJ Clue,