Luyện nghe bài hát Flagrant Cops

Hey yo the old G
Yo my shit
Switch cd's on Nas shit
Yo in the yo the windows clogged up
Shorty givin me head mouth up
Meadow we call it "Lovers Lane"
Every nigga probably here doin the same
>From the front seat seat
Stashed in the compartment
we keep the heat
Shorty try to me
I'm like "I don't
dont take it yo some ass this
but it's all good you could suck my shit"
She bitch just wantin to fuck
Askin me to say "What what"
She sucked my dick till I even bust
She sucked my shit I had no more
Heyyo it's time to break before it get too
Had my wife out I think I'm on a date
But I rolled the philly and I 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 said "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 BANG Yeah just shot his ass
Broken window plus I got on my glass
Get the car open gat in my hand
Still soapin for who was approachin
Blue suit damn I couldn't see through the
Ah fuck it say that it was self defense
But the bitch started yellin raisin
I probably body or two to see tellin
But then yo a nigga just a cop
Pig's blood on my clothes pig's blood on my
But they just shot a man
one times
He had no gat I got rhymes
Whatchoo think they would've did if see mine
The out of control wildin screamin and yellin
I her to chill before we get a felon
My hand over her 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 crib but I it was all red
The bitch she sick stop bullshittin
I cat crib in Jamaica
My little cousin he gon say nuttin
"Son it's hectic just hold me down aight?"
I'm on Wanted Most
All of my phones is now God
Yo my cellular
Me and Martymore for sure
Now we gang yo arc the sore
I gotta from the government the other day
Yo I opened it up and yo I peep it say
It said "You can't get away ya hear? KKK"
My is sayin I'm hot makin em hot
I'm all the news for hittin the cop
But I'm still poppin partyin with Chalkin
He "Before we talk we need a meal"
I need to get up and he can make a deal
I said "Fuck no I dont a fuck though
yo the cop asked for it plus a got dough"
The same bitch that I was with I'm wit
Heyyo I her neck and I felt her tits
Heyyo the bitch then I heard a gat fired
Remembered real quick feeling real
I fell to the hancuffed 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 it's now nigga got bad luck

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