Luyện nghe bài hát Ddfh

Cops in the ghetto they move a Gestapo
Drunk off their power and greed, they hostile
My little homie shit back and they beat him bad
That boy in the hospital now lookin' bad
And I'm with his momma and dad we sad
My own mama called me "Baby I'm just glad
They ain't put they hands on my child or his ass
Please don't rap that shit 'fore they murder your black ass!"
It's drones over Brooklyn, you blink you could get
And now understanding the definition of "Crooklyn"
Pigs on parade but bacon and cookin',
'Cause kids tired of dying and walkin' like they shooken'
we smoke sour to deal with the paranoia
That they charge by the hour, can't the Jewish lawyer
'Cause if you ain't Jigga or Puff you time
And even you might get ten, word to Shyne

Do fuck hope
Do fuck hope

You don't wanna look into my big crystal balls, the future
We'll through flames with a brain on stupid
Camouflage toughies'll touch tufts roughly
Fluff your flat permanent, you up ruthless
Then laugh while you're the tune of bruised movements
That took a few too many tabs to lucid
(Everything compute?) Nah the truth is too
And even a sees at one angle
Burners radiate smoke all's motionless
Hope? Nah, ha ha, down with the jokin' shit
So inappropriate, right behind ears is a what?
Look, ta-dah! The sound of your
I can feel it too, the ground rising up in us
Right above the there's a shroud there to smother us
Make a sane man walk around a blunderbuss
Peel another round, a sound that is thunderous

Do fuck hope
Do dope hope
Do fuck hope
Do dope fuck