Luyện nghe bài hát Flagrant Cops

Hey yo the old G
Yo my shit
Switch threw on Nas shit
Yo in the whip yo the windows up
Shorty givin me head clogged up
Meadow we call it "Lovers Lane"
Every probably here probably doin the same
>From the seat back seat
Stashed in the glove
Where we the heat
try to kiss me
I'm "I don't kiss
dont take it personal yo some ass
but it's all you could still suck my shit"
She bitch just wantin to fuck
me repeatedly to say "What what"
She sucked my dick till I even bust
She sucked my shit I had no more
it's time to break before it get too late
Had my wife out I think I'm on a date
But I rolled the 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 knock on the said "Don't move"
Yo I'm nearly stuck shorty jumped up
Heard a nigga say "Don't move and it up"
At this point I'm turn around and I look
BANG BANG nigga just shot his ass
Broken window plus I got blood on my
Get the car door open gat in my
Still soapin lookin for who was
Blue suit damn I couldn't see through the
Ah it I'll say that it was self defense
But the bitch started yellin raisin
I gotta body or two to see tellin
But then yo a nigga just a cop
Pig's on my clothes pig's blood on my glock
But just shot a black man
Fourty one
He had no gat I got murder
Whatchoo they would've did if they see mine
The out of control wildin screamin and yellin
I her to chill before 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 but I didn't it was all red
The bitch sayin she stop bullshittin
I cat crib in Jamaica
My little he ain't gon say nuttin
"Son it's hectic 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 gotta letter from the 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 with John Chalkin
He said "Before we we need a meal"
I need to get myself up and he can make a
I said "Fuck no I dont a fuck though
yo the cop for it plus a nigga got dough"
The same bitch that I was I'm still wit
I felt her neck and I felt her tits
Heyyo the bitch wired I heard a gat fired
Remembered real quick feeling sick
I fell to the 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 over now nigga got bad

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