Luyện nghe bài hát Ddfh

Cops in the ghetto they like a Gestapo
Drunk off their power and greed, often hostile
My little homie talked shit and they beat him bad
boy in the hospital now he's lookin' bad
And I'm with his and dad we lookin' 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 about that shit 'fore murder your black ass!"
It's drones over Brooklyn, you blink you could get
And now you're understanding the of "Crooklyn"
Pigs on parade but bacon and cookin',
'Cause kids tired of dying and walkin' round like shooken'
'Cause we smoke sour to deal with the
That they charge by the hour, can't the Jewish lawyer
'Cause if you ain't Jigga or Puff you time
And even then you might get ten, to Shyne

Do dope fuck
Do dope hope

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

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