Luyện nghe bài hát Flagrant Cops

Hey yo, the same old G, yo that's my
Switch CD's threw on Nas
Yo in the whip yo the windows up
Shorty me head mouth clogged up
Meadow we call it "Lovers Lane"

Every nigga probably here probably doin' the
From the front seat seat
Stashed in the glove where we keep the heat
Shorty try to kiss me, I'm like "I don't
Don't take it yo some ass this

But it's all good you could still my shit
She star-struck just wantin' to fuck
Askin' me to say what, what
She sucked my dick I can't even bust
She sucked my shit I had no nuts

Hey, yo it's time to break before it get too
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 spittin' on it on it
Actin' like she never had it, like she really
I a knock on the window said, "Don't move"
Yo, I'm nearly stuck shorty 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 nigga shot his ass
Broken window plus I got blood on my
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 say that it was self defense
But the bitch started yellin' raisin' in
I probably gotta body or two to see
But yo a nigga just shot a cop

blood on my clothes, pig's blood on my glock
But they just a black man forty one times
He had no gat I got rhymes
What choo think they did if they 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 stomach I the highway hit a hundred
Scared to death wishin' I

The heat in the but I didn't it was all red
The bitch she sick stop bullshittin'
I gotta cat in Jamaica
My cousin he ain't gonna say nuttin'
"Son hectic right just hold me down aight?"

I'm on Most America
All of my phones is tapped now God, yo my cellular
Me and more shout for sure now we gang bangin' yo arc the sore
I gotta letter from the government the day
Yo, I opened it up and yo I what 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 still poppin' with John Chalkin
He said, "Before we we need a meal"

I need to get myself up and he can a deal
I said, "Fuck no I don't give a though
Yo the cop asked for it plus a got dough"
The same bitch that I was with I'm wit'

Hey, yo I her neck and I felt her tits
Hey, yo the bitch wired I heard a gat fired
Remembered real quick feeling sick
I fell to the floor handcuffed the got me

I was tangled in all along Poppy
Police got one and my Moms got the copy
I got bagged up for a bad
I it's over now nigga got bad luck

Yo to the mutha fuckin' police uptown that that man
I one of y'all got to fuckin' Attica
The one go to Con stalk
The one go to Clinton

And the other one go to
And all wear wigs and lipstick
And get fucked in y'all assholes
Fuck the NYPD