Luyện nghe bài hát Crooked Officer

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

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

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

That's the way you us
Send a nigga to the penitentiary is how you 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 you have to point it at the black man
Especially you black cops, you let gacks pop
them honkies got you brainwashed

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

I'm lettin' ring
From the hole in my glock, for fuckin' off Rodney
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 comin' your ass
Crooked

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

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

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

Just Rodney King
But if you try that with me, it's gonna be a different scene
Try to pull me over on a road
But be damned if I don't grab my nine an' unload

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

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

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

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

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

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

So now I'm to grab my shit
An' put son of a bitches six feet under
'Cause I'm of runnin' from the motherfuckers
Turnin' tables 'cause I'm able, I fallin' victim
Time to a game, see the police watch me stick

I ain't 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, officer
I wanna put ass in the coffin, sir
You have 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