Luyện nghe bài hát Ddfh

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

Do dope hope
Do fuck hope

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

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