Luyện nghe bài hát Flagrant Cops

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

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

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

Hey, yo time to break before it get too late
Had my wife out while I think I'm on a
But I rolled the Philly and I counted my
She said, "One more time" and she grabbed my

I'm like wow she spittin' on it on it
Actin' like she had it, like she really wanted
I a knock on the window said, "Don't move"
Yo, I'm nearly shorty jumped right up
Heard a nigga say, "Don't and give it up"

At point 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 I couldn't see through the tints
Ah fuck, it I'll say that it was defense
But the bitch started yellin' raisin' in
I probably gotta or two to see tellin'
But then yo a just shot a cop

Pig's on my clothes, pig's blood on my glock
But they shot a black man forty one times
He had no gat I got rhymes
choo think they would've did if they see mine
The chick out of control wildin' screamin' and

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
Scared to death I left

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

I'm on Most America
All of my phones is tapped now God, yo even my
Me and Marty more shout 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 get away ya hear? The KKK"
My is sayin' I'm hot makin' 'em hot
I'm all over the news for the cop
But I'm still poppin' partyin' with John
He said, "Before we talk we a meal"

I to get myself up and he can make a deal
I said, "Fuck no I give a fuck though
Yo the cop asked for it a nigga got dough"
The same bitch that I was with I'm still

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

I was tangled in all along Poppy
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 mutha fuckin' uptown that shot that man
I hope one of y'all got to fuckin'
The other one go to Con
The one go to Clinton

And the one go to Sing-Sing
And y'all all wear wigs and
And get fucked in y'all assholes
the fuckin' NYPD