Luyện nghe bài hát Flagrant Cops

Hey yo the old G
Yo thats my
Switch threw on Nas shit
Yo in the yo the windows clogged up
Shorty givin me head clogged up
Meadow we call it "Lovers Lane"
Every nigga probably here probably the same
>From the front seat seat
in the glove compartment
Where we the heat
try to kiss me
I'm like "I kiss
dont take it personal yo ass this
but it's all good you could suck my shit"
She star-struck bitch just to fuck
Askin me to say "What what"
She my dick till I can't even bust
She sucked my shit I had no more
Heyyo it's time to before it get too late
Had my wife out I think I'm on a date
But I the philly and I counted my bread
She said "One more time" and she grabbed my
I'm "Wow she spittin on it gettin on it"
Actin like she never had it like she wanted
I heard a knock on the window "Don't move"
Yo I'm nearly shorty jumped right up
a nigga say "Don't move and give it up"
At this I'm shook turn around and I look
BANG Yeah nigga just shot his ass
Broken plus I got blood on my glass
Get the car door gat in my hand
soapin lookin for who was approachin
Blue suit damn I couldn't see the tints
Ah fuck it I'll say that it was self
But the started yellin raisin hell-in
I probably gotta or two to see tellin
But then yo a nigga shot a cop
Pig's on my clothes pig's blood on my glock
But they just shot a man
Fourty one
He had no gat I got murder
think they would've did if they see mine
The out of control wildin screamin and yellin
I told her to chill we get a felon
My over her mouth I told her cut it out
Gat to the stomach I the highway hit a hundred
to death wishin I left
The heat in the but I didn't it was all red
The bitch sayin she sick stop
I cat crib in Jamaica
My little cousin he ain't gon say
"Son it's hectic right hold me down aight?"
I'm on Wanted America
All of my is tapped now God
Yo even my
Me and Martymore for sure
Now we bangin yo arc the sore
I gotta letter the government the other day
Yo I opened it up and yo I peep it say
It said "You get away ya hear? -The KKK"
My niggas is I'm hot makin em hot
I'm all over the for hittin the cop
But I'm still poppin partyin with Chalkin
He "Before we talk we need a meal"
I to get myself up and he can make a deal
I said "Fuck no I dont give a though
yo the cop for it plus a nigga got dough"
The same bitch I was with I'm still wit
I felt her neck and I felt her tits
Heyyo the bitch wired then I a gat fired
Remembered real quick real sick
I to the floor hancuffed the bitch got me
"I was tangled in this all Popy"
Police got one and my Moms got the copy
I got bagged up for a bad
I guess it's now nigga got bad luck

Yo to the mutha police uptown that shot that man
I hope one of ya'll got to Attica
The other one go to
The one go to Clinton
And the other one go to
And ya'll all wear wigs and and get fucked in ya'll fuckin assholes
Fuck the NYPD