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 from the underground. A young nigga got it bad 'cause I'm and not the other color.
police 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 beatin' on and thrown in jail. But we can go toe to toe in the of the cell. Fuckin' with a
nigga, 'cause a nigga turned major, and got a bit of money and they play us, search a nigga car, lookin' for a product,
thinkin' every thug sellin' narcotics. They'd 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, bring the yellow tape to tape off the scene of the slaughter, gettin' swoll off
and water. I don't know if they fags or what--search a nigga down and grab on his nuts. And on the other 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 street top. police
showin' out for the white cop, but Krayzie Bone will swarm on any muthafucka in a uniform. Just 'cause I'm from the
C-L-E, the punk muthafuckas are afraid of me, huh. A nigga on the warpath, and when I'm finished, it's gonna be a
of cops dying around my way. Yo, bitch, I got somethin' to say:

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

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and Layzie:
Fuck the police and Bone said it with authority, 'cause the niggas on the street is a majority, a gang, and whenever I'm
steppin' that a weapon is kept in the stash 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 they me to blind me, but that shit don't work. I
just laugh, and plus, it gives 'em a hint not to in my path. The police, I'm sayin', "Fuck you, punk." Readin' my rights and
shit. all junk. Pullin' out a silly club, so you stand with a fake-ass badge 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 kick ass, and drop the gat, and
Bone's gon' blast. I'm sneaky as fuck it comes to crime, and I'm a smoke 'em now and not next time. Smoke any
muthafucka that sweats me and any asshole threatens me. I'm a sniper with a hell of a scope, takin' out a cop or two.
can't fuck 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 will make my day, and the niggas like Bone, don't give a fuck to say . . .

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

Surprise.
You're right.

I'm tired of these muthafuckin' jackins. Sweatin' my thug, while we be thuggin' in the and shinin' the lights in my face and
for what? Maybe because I'm kickin' so much butt. I kick ass, nigga. Maybe, 'cause 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 along with my groups 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 got? A nigga in a uniform waitin' to get 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 in your mirror, and ears on cue, yo, so I
can hear a dumb muthafucka with a gun. And when I'm rollin' off the Eight, you'll be the one that I take out, and I get
away, and while I'm drivin' off laughin', this is what I say, that . . .

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

Surprise.
You're right.