Luyện nghe bài hát F---- Tha Police(remix)

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Fuck the police. the police. Fuck 'em . . .

Surprise.
You're right.

Yo, fuck the police, comin' straight the underground. A young nigga got it bad 'cause I'm brown and not the other color.
Some think they have the authority to kill a minority, but muthafucka mad, 'cause I ain't the one for a punk muthafucka
with a badge and a gun to be on and thrown in jail. But we can go toe to toe in the middle of the cell. Fuckin' with a
nigga, 'cause a turned major, and got a little bit of money and they play us, search a nigga car, lookin' for a product,
thinkin' every thug nigga sellin' narcotics. rather see me in the pen, than me blowin' indo rollin' in my Benz-o. I send the
police to the grave, and when I'm finished, nigga, the yellow tape to tape off the scene of the slaughter, still gettin' swoll off
bread and water. I don't know if they fags or what--search a nigga down and grab on his nuts. And on the hand, without
a gun they can't get none, but don't let it be a black and a white one, 'cause they'll slam ya down to the top. Black police
showin' out for the white cop, but Krayzie Bone swarm on any muthafucka in a blue uniform. Just 'cause I'm from the
C-L-E, the punk muthafuckas are afraid of me, huh. A young nigga on the warpath, and I'm finished, it's gonna be a
bloodbath of cops dying my way. Yo, bitch, I got somethin' to say:

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Fuck the police. the police. Fuck 'em . . .

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Krayzie and
Fuck the police and Bone said it with authority, the niggas on the street is a majority, a gang, and it's whenever I'm
steppin' that a muthafuckin' weapon is kept in the spot for the so-called law, wishin' Bone was some niggas that they
never saw. Lights start flashin' behind me, but they scared of a nigga, so mase me to blind me, but that shit don't work. I
just laugh, and plus, it 'em a hint not to step in my path. The police, I'm sayin', "Fuck you, punk." Readin' my rights and
shit. It's all junk. Pullin' out a silly club, so you stand with a fake-ass and a gun in your hand, but take off the gun, so we
can see what's up, and I'll go at it, punk, and I'm a fuck you up. Made ya think I'm a your ass, and drop the gat, and
Bone's gon' blast. I'm as fuck when it comes to crime, and I'm a smoke 'em now and not next time. Smoke any
muthafucka that sweats me and any asshole that threatens me. I'm a with a hell of a scope, takin' out a cop or two.
They can't with me. The muthafuckin' killa that's mad with potential to get bad as fuck. Now I'm a turn it around--dig in
the clip, yo, and is the sound: [Two Gunshots.] Yeah, somethin' like that, but it all depends on the size of the strap.
Takin' out a police will make my day, and the niggas Bone, don't give a fuck to say . . .

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Fuck the police. Fuck the police. 'em . . .

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I'm tired of these muthafuckin' jackins. Sweatin' my thug, while we be thuggin' in the shack and shinin' the lights in my and
for what? Maybe it's because I'm kickin' so much butt. I kick ass, nigga. Maybe, I blast on a stupid-ass nigga when
I'm playin' with the trigger of an uzi or an AK, 'cause the police always got somethin' stupid to say. They out my picture
with silence, 'cause my identity with my groups causes violence. It's Bone with the criminal behavior. Yeah, I'm thugsta,
nigga, but still I got flavor. Without a gun and a badge, what do you A nigga in a uniform waitin' to get shot by me or one
of my niggas, and with a gat it don't matter if you're or bigger.

Size don't shit. I'm from the old school, fool.

And as you all know, Layzie Bone came to rule. Whenever I'm rollin', keep on lookin' in your mirror, and on cue, yo, so I
can hear a dumb muthafucka with a gun. And when I'm off the Eight, you'll be the one that I take out, and then I get
away, and while I'm drivin' off laughin', this is what I say, that . . .

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Fuck the police. the police. Fuck 'em . . .

Surprise.
You're right.