Luyện nghe bài hát Ddfh

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

Do fuck hope
Do fuck hope

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

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