Luyện nghe bài hát Cops & Robbers

Either you be real or you be
Hey you a killer, be a
That's the rules to game
In the of the law
With let niggas feel 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 back
And that's that's about
Understand? I wan't cash in
This is real, never 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
rich looking broke
Fuck a bitch I wan't the world

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

We got and robbers
and spicks
Flashy cars, ghetto
stones and bricks
It ain't over on the
We got to get
So up, guns cock
get rocked to this

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

Now if the good die
Then what the that makes me?
And who the are you to rape me?
Less then the best, bulletproof
The holding it down 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 drop jewels
The way I cop
The way my nine fools
The way my mind
What's a to do a murder
of shit you never heard of

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

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

We got and robbers
Niggas and
Flashy cars, stars
Moving and bricks
It over 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 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 rap I pack, used to be in passing for crack
Molka type of lid with a passing for
Dreads call me African Black after my medicine
veteran with one gun
Killed men

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

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

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, cock
Don't get rocked to

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

DJ Clue,