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

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

Surprise.
You're right.

Yo, fuck the police, comin' straight from the underground. A young got it bad 'cause I'm brown and not the other color.
Some police think 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 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' thug nigga 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 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 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, they'll slam ya down to the street top. Black police
showin' out for the white cop, but Krayzie Bone will swarm on any muthafucka in a blue uniform. Just 'cause I'm 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
of cops dying around my way. Yo, bitch, I got somethin' to say:

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

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Krayzie and
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 muthafuckin' weapon is kept in the stash spot for the law, wishin' Bone was some niggas that they
saw. Lights start flashin' behind me, but they scared of a nigga, so they mase me to blind me, but that shit don't work. I
just laugh, and plus, it gives 'em a 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 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 I'm a kick your ass, and drop the gat, and
Bone's gon' blast. I'm sneaky as fuck when it comes to crime, and I'm a '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.
They can't fuck with me. The muthafuckin' killa that's mad with potential to get bad as fuck. Now I'm a it around--dig in
the clip, yo, and this is the sound: [Two Gunshots.] Yeah, somethin' that, but it all depends on the size of the strap.
Takin' out a police will my day, and the niggas like 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 muthafuckin' jackins. Sweatin' my thug, while we be thuggin' in the shack and shinin' the lights in my face and
for what? Maybe it's because I'm kickin' so 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. pull out my picture
silence, 'cause my identity along with my groups causes violence. It's Bone with the criminal behavior. Yeah, I'm thugsta,
nigga, but still I got flavor. a gun and a badge, what do you got? 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 smaller 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', on lookin' in your mirror, and ears on cue, yo, so I
can hear a dumb with a gun. And when I'm rollin' 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.