Luyện nghe bài hát Crooked Officer

I'm sick of you tryin' to run mine
I'm comin' with a good line, after one time
I'm sick of you hoes tryin' to run
I'm comin' with a good line, after one time

I'm sick of you tryin' to run mine
I'm comin' a good line, runnin' after one time
I got a against you blue suits
Black suits, white suits an' the troops

the way you made us
Send a nigga to the penitentiary is how you us
That's the way you us
Send a nigga to the is how you

That's the way you us
a nigga to the penitentiary is how you play us
Lock us up for the
Took the name away an' passed us as a number

because you legally pack a gack, man
Doesn't necessarily you have to point it at the black man
Especially you black cops, you let gacks pop
Because them honkies got you

Now we come to new
Fuck all the dumb shit, the of work is cap peelings
I'm shit short, ain't no fillin' out reports
'Cause you makin' it to court

I'm freedom ring
the hole in my glock, for fuckin' off Rodney King
It ain't that you can ask us
An' since justice is blind, I'ma buy the bitch some

Wake the fuck up, chumps, I'm after your ass
officer

Mr. Officer, crooked
I wanna put ass in the coffin, sir
You shouldn't have fuck with niggas like myself for too
It's to grab my motherfuckin' shit an' get it on

Oh, Mr. Officer, crooked officer, happenin'?
You another black man's ass an' now you high tappin'
Friend, do I to move to River Oaks
An' bleach my fuckin' skin so I can like these white folks?

Just to get assistance
Because the brutality in my neighborhood is gettin'
'Cause you harass me, yeah?
An' if I talk back you wanna my black ass G

like Rodney King
But if you try that shit with me, it's gonna be a scene
Try to pull me on a dark road
But I'll be damned if I grab my nine an' unload

Until every blue shirt turns red, you heard I said?
I want all you crooked dead
So you better start pickin' out coffin, sir
'Cause I'm after your ass

Mr. Officer, crooked
I put your ass in the coffin, sir
You shouldn't have fuck with niggas myself for too long
time to grab my motherfuckin' shit an' get it on

Momma called me up the other day, I got a
Punk ass laws wanna know the gun went
Say I shot a the other day at a party
Lyin' out ass, I was at home drinkin' forties

Coolin' with my niggas, playin' in the kitchen
A big black nigga did the an' I fit the description
Yeah an' you know, they think all black look alike
So now they got the flashlight, for Big Mike

Now they got the flashlight, lookin' for Big
Now they got the flashlight, for Big

niggas up, tryin' to capture
Coppers wanna gaffle, to put bullets into the back
an' time again I told them I didn't do it
An' they knew it but they pursued it
So them blew it

So now I'm about to grab my
An' put them son of a bitches six feet
'Cause I'm sick of runnin' the motherfuckers
Turnin' tables 'cause I'm able, I ain't fallin'
Time to a game, see the police watch me stick

'Cause I runnin' from the P O L I C E, nay
Any T I M E of day
They'll to G U T a me off the S E T
An' my H O D, fuckin' around with the B I G
be in a G R A V E

Mr. Officer, crooked
I put your ass in the coffin, sir
You shouldn't fuck with niggas like myself for too long
It's time to grab my motherfuckin' an' get it on

Mr. Officer, crooked
I put your ass in the coffin, sir