Luyện nghe bài hát Flagrant Cops

Hey yo the old G
Yo my shit
Switch cd's threw on Nas
Yo in the whip yo the windows up
givin me head mouth clogged up
Flusher Meadow we it "Lovers Lane"
Every nigga here probably doin the same
>From the front seat seat
Stashed in the glove
Where we keep the
try to kiss me
I'm "I don't kiss
dont it personal yo some ass this
but it's all good you still suck my shit"
She bitch just wantin 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 while I think I'm on a
But I rolled the philly and I my bread
She said "One more time" and she my head
I'm like "Wow she on it gettin on it"
Actin like she never had it like she really
I heard a knock on the window "Don't move"
Yo I'm nearly shorty jumped right up
Heard a say "Don't move and give it up"
At this point I'm turn around and I look
BANG BANG Yeah nigga shot his ass
Broken window I got blood on my glass
Get the car door open gat in my
Still lookin for who was approachin
Blue suit damn I couldn't see the tints
Ah fuck it I'll say it was self defense
But the bitch started raisin hell-in
I probably gotta body or two to see
But then yo a just shot a cop
Pig's blood on my clothes pig's blood on my
But they just shot a man
Fourty one
He had no gat I got rhymes
Whatchoo think they did if they see mine
The chick out of wildin screamin and yellin
I told her to chill before we get a
My over her mouth I told her cut it out
Gat to the I took the highway hit a hundred
Scared to wishin I left
The heat in the but I didn't it was all red
The bitch sayin she stop bullshittin
I gotta cat in Jamaica
My little cousin he ain't gon say
"Son it's right just hold me down aight?"
I'm on Wanted America
All of my is tapped now God
Yo even my
Me and Martymore shout for
Now we bangin yo arc the sore
I letter from the government the other day
Yo I opened it up and yo I what it say
It said "You can't get ya hear? -The KKK"
My niggas is sayin I'm hot em hot
I'm all over the for hittin the cop
But I'm still poppin partyin with John
He said "Before we talk we a meal"
I need to get up and he can make a deal
I said "Fuck no I dont give a though
yo the cop asked for it a nigga got dough"
The bitch that I was with I'm still wit
Heyyo I her neck and I felt her tits
Heyyo the wired then I heard a gat fired
Remembered real quick feeling sick
I fell to the floor the bitch got me
"I was in this all along Popy"
got one and my Moms got the other copy
I got bagged up for a bad
I guess over now nigga got bad luck

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