Luyện nghe bài hát Cops & Robbers

Either you be or you be dead
Hey you a killer, be a
the rules to this game
In the of the law
With let niggas that ya
know cat dealers
But with some new shit Clue shit
We strap for this

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

I'll only tell you once
"Don't fuck me, don't you try to fuck me"
If so, me, you outta luck B
And try to sit where them drugs be
Filthy rich looking
a bitch 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
Stay low, got to hurl cash
Into the blow past
how you do it

We got and robbers
and spicks
Flashy cars, stars
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
and spicks
Flashy cars, stars
stones and bricks
It over on the streets
We got to get
So up, guns cock
get rocked to this

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

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

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

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

We got cops and
and spicks
Flashy cars, ghetto
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
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 to this

I peep the screaming BK
'Cause I for big
Live like pop did, couldn't stop the kid
In rap I pack, used to be in passing for crack
type 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, fake tough guys with full Gazi's
Blue Mercedes, three under the blue avy
Bomb crews my mind power you
Now I push your hair line
Do the con's do
I warned you, and sworn no
the thing out

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

We got and robbers
Niggas and
cars, ghetto stars
Moving stones and
It ain't on the streets
We got to get
So up, guns cock
Don't get to this

We got cops and
and spicks
Flashy cars, stars
Moving and bricks
It ain't on the streets
We got to get
So heads up, cock
Don't get to this

DJ Clue,