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 police think they have the authority to kill a minority, but muthafucka mad, 'cause I ain't the one for a punk
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 little bit of money and they play us, search a 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 to tape off the scene of the slaughter, still gettin' swoll off
bread and water. I don't know if they fags or a nigga down and grab on his nuts. And on the other hand, without
a gun they get none, but don't let it be a black 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 young nigga on the warpath, and when I'm finished, gonna be a
bloodbath of cops dying around my way. Yo, bitch, I got somethin' to

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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, 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 stash spot for the law, wishin' Bone was some niggas that they
never saw. Lights start flashin' behind me, but they scared of a nigga, so they mase me to 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 badge and a gun in 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
gon' blast. I'm sneaky 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 sniper with a hell of a scope, out a cop or two.
They can't fuck with me. The muthafuckin' that's 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, like that, but it all depends on the size of the strap.
out a police 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 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 much butt. I kick ass, nigga. Maybe, 'cause I on a stupid-ass nigga when
I'm playin' with the trigger of an uzi or an AK, 'cause the police always got stupid to say. They pull out my picture
with silence, 'cause my identity along 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 got? A nigga in a uniform to get shot by me or one
of my niggas, and a gat it don't matter if you're smaller or bigger.

Size mean 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 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, believe . . .

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

Surprise.
You're right.