Luyện nghe bài hát Flagrant Cops

Hey yo the old G
Yo my shit
Switch cd's threw on Nas
Yo in the yo the windows clogged up
Shorty givin me head mouth up
Flusher Meadow we it "Lovers Lane"
nigga probably here probably doin the same
>From the seat back seat
Stashed in the glove
Where we keep the
try to kiss me
I'm "I don't kiss
take it personal yo some ass this
but it's all good you could still my shit"
She bitch just wantin to fuck
me repeatedly to say "What what"
She sucked my till I can't even bust
She sucked my shit I had no more
it's time to break before it get too late
Had my out while I think I'm on a date
But I rolled the and I counted my bread
She said "One time" and she grabbed my head
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 stuck jumped right up
a nigga say "Don't move and give it up"
At this I'm shook turn around and I look
BANG BANG Yeah just shot his ass
Broken window plus I got on my glass
Get the car open gat in my hand
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 yo a nigga just shot a cop
Pig's blood on my clothes pig's blood on my
But just shot a black man
Fourty one
He had no gat I got murder
Whatchoo think they would've did if 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 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 sick bullshittin
I gotta cat in Jamaica
My little cousin he ain't gon say
"Son it's hectic right just me down aight?"
I'm on Wanted America
All of my phones is now God
Yo even my
Me and Martymore for sure
Now we bangin yo arc the sore
I gotta letter from the the other day
Yo I opened it up and yo I what it say
It said "You can't get away ya hear? KKK"
My niggas is sayin I'm hot em hot
I'm all over the news for the cop
But I'm still poppin with John Chalkin
He said "Before we talk we a meal"
I need to get myself up and he can 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 felt her and I felt her tits
the bitch wired then I heard a gat fired
Remembered quick feeling real sick
I fell to the hancuffed the bitch got me
"I was in this all along Popy"
Police got one and my got the other copy
I got up for a bad suck
I guess over now nigga got bad luck

Yo to the mutha fuckin police that shot that man
I one of ya'll got to fuckin Attica
The other one go to
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