Luyện nghe bài hát Ddfh

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

Do fuck hope
Do dope hope

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

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