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

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

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Yo, fuck the police, comin' straight from the underground. A young nigga got it bad 'cause I'm brown and not the color.
Some police 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 middle of the cell. Fuckin' 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. They'd rather see me in the pen, than me blowin' indo in my Benz-o. I send the
police to the grave, and when I'm finished, nigga, bring the yellow 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 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 and a white one, 'cause they'll slam ya down to the street top. Black police
showin' out for the white cop, but Krayzie Bone will 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 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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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
that a muthafuckin' 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 step in my path. The police, I'm sayin', "Fuck you, punk." my rights and
shit. It's all junk. Pullin' out a silly club, so you stand with a fake-ass badge and a gun in your hand, but off the gun, so we
can see what's up, and I'll go at it, punk, and I'm a fuck you up. ya think I'm a kick your ass, and drop the gat, and
Bone's gon' blast. I'm sneaky as fuck when it 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 sniper with a of a scope, takin' out a cop or two.
They can't fuck with me. The muthafuckin' killa mad with potential to get bad as fuck. Now I'm a turn it around--dig in
the clip, yo, and this is the sound: [Two Gunshots.] Yeah, somethin' like that, but it all 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 of these muthafuckin' jackins. Sweatin' my thug, while we be thuggin' in the shack and shinin' the lights in my face and
for Maybe it's 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 of an uzi or an AK, 'cause the police always got somethin' stupid to say. They 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. 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 matter if you're smaller or bigger.

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

And as you all know, Layzie Bone to rule. Whenever I'm rollin', keep on lookin' 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 out, and then I get
away, and while I'm off laughin', this is what I say, believe that . . .

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

Surprise.
You're right.