Luyện nghe bài hát Ddfh

Cops in the ghetto they move like a
Drunk off their power and greed, they hostile
My little homie talked shit and they beat him bad
That boy in the 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 they your black ass!"
It's drones over Brooklyn, you blink you get tooken
And now you're the definition of "Crooklyn"
Pigs on but bacon fryin' and cookin',
kids tired of dying and walkin' round like they shooken'
'Cause we smoke sour to with the paranoia
That they charge by the hour, can't hire the Jewish
'Cause if you ain't Jigga or Puff you time
And then you might get ten, word to Shyne

Do dope hope
Do fuck hope

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

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