Luyện nghe bài hát Flagrant Cops

Hey yo the old G
Yo my shit
Switch cd's on Nas shit
Yo in the whip yo the clogged up
Shorty givin me head mouth up
Meadow we call it "Lovers Lane"
Every probably here probably doin the same
>From the front seat seat
Stashed in the glove
Where we keep the
try to kiss me
I'm like "I kiss
dont it personal yo some ass this
but it's all you could still suck my shit"
She star-struck bitch wantin to fuck
Askin me to say "What what"
She my dick till I can't even bust
She my shit I had no more nuts
Heyyo it's to break 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 my head
I'm like "Wow she on it gettin on it"
like she never had it like she really wanted
I heard a on the window said "Don't move"
Yo I'm nearly shorty jumped right up
Heard a nigga say "Don't move and it up"
At this point I'm turn around and I look
BANG Yeah nigga just shot his ass
window plus I got blood on my glass
Get the car door open gat in my
Still lookin for who was approachin
suit damn I couldn't see through the tints
Ah fuck it say that it was self defense
But the bitch started yellin hell-in
I probably body or two to see tellin
But then yo a just shot a cop
Pig's blood on my clothes blood on my glock
But they just shot a man
one times
He had no gat I got murder
Whatchoo they would've did if they see mine
The chick out of control wildin screamin and
I told her to chill we get a felon
My hand her mouth I told her cut it out
Gat to the stomach I took the hit a hundred
Scared to death wishin I
The heat in the crib but I it was all red
The sayin she sick stop bullshittin
I cat crib in Jamaica
My cousin he ain't gon say nuttin
"Son it's hectic just hold me down aight?"
I'm on Most America
All of my phones is now God
Yo my cellular
Me and shout for sure
Now we bangin yo arc the sore
I gotta letter from the government the day
Yo I opened it up and yo I peep it say
It said "You can't get ya hear? -The KKK"
My is sayin I'm hot makin em hot
I'm all the news for hittin the cop
But I'm poppin partyin with John 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 give a fuck though
yo the cop for it plus a nigga got dough"
The same that I was with I'm still wit
Heyyo I felt her neck and I felt her
Heyyo the bitch then I heard a gat fired
real quick feeling real sick
I fell to the floor the bitch got me
"I was tangled in this all Popy"
Police got one and my got the other copy
I got up for a bad suck
I guess it's over now nigga got bad

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