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 some new shit Clue shit
We for this thriller

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

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

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

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

We got cops and
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

Now if the die young
Then what the fuck that me?
And who the are you to rape me?
Less then the best, bulletproof
The thugs holding it down in the
And for the frauds I got
straight for your chest

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

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

So hold your up, and move fast
You got to up
Because Clue,
Lord Tariq run these streets
Nigga peep up, talking to the
And nothing to comprehend
When my talks

We got cops and
Niggas and
Flashy cars, stars
stones and bricks
It ain't 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 ain't over on the
We got to get
So up, guns cock
Don't get to this

I peep the screaming BK
'Cause I for big
Live pop did, shells 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 my medicine
Street veteran one gun
eleven men

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

Got the block like cops
And shots out
instinct, blood type is thoroughbred
Run with the rough
Leave you in buroughbed
Respect my hood, the heats do
B K to the
Poor kane, Lord Tariq &

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

DJ Clue,