Luyện nghe bài hát Crooked Officer

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 shit an' get it on

Oh, Mr. Officer, crooked officer, happenin'?
You beat another black man's ass an' now you tappin'
Friend, do I have to move to 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 bust my black ass G

Just like Rodney
But if you try that shit with me, it's gonna be a different
Try to pull me over on a dark
But I'll be damned if I don't grab my nine an'

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

Mr. Officer, crooked
I wanna put 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 day, I got a warrant
Punk ass wanna know where the gun went
Say I a nigga the other day at a party
Lyin' out they ass, I was at home forties

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

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

Jackin' up, tryin' to capture
Coppers wanna gaffle, tryin' to put bullets the back
Time an' time again I told them I do it
An' they knew it but they still it
So them blew it

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

'Cause I runnin' from the P O L I C E, nay
Any T I M E of day
have to G U T a me off the S E T
An' my H double O D, 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 have fuck with niggas like 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