Luyện nghe bài hát Cops & Robbers

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

You hit the house, you pull a Mack out
Cock the Mack back, blow his out
And take the back
And that's what 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 luck B
And try to sit where them drugs be
Filthy looking broke
Fuck a I wan't the world trust

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

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

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

Now if the good die
what the fuck that makes me?
And who the are you to rape me?
then the best, bulletproof love
The holding it down in the decks
And for the I got techs
Heading straight for your

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 mind
a nigga to do a murder
Type of shit you never of

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

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

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

We got and robbers
and spicks
Flashy cars, ghetto
Moving stones and
It over on the streets
We got to get
So heads up, cock
Don't get rocked to

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 for crack
Molka type of lid with a passing for
Dreads call me African Black named after my
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 your hair line back
Do the con's do
I warned you, and sworn no
the thing out

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

We got cops and
Niggas and
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 cops and
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

DJ Clue,