Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Tha Police

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Fuck the police. Fuck the police. 'em . . .

Surprise.
You're right.

Yo, the police, comin' straight from the underground.
A young nigga got it bad 'cause I'm brown and not the color. Some
police think have the authority to kill a minority,
but mad,
'cause I ain't the one for a punk muthafucka with a and a gun to
be on and thrown in jail.
But we can go toe to toe in the of the cell.
Fuckin' with a nigga, 'cause a nigga major,
and got a bit of money and they play us,
a nigga car,
for a product,
thinkin' every thug sellin' narcotics.
They'd see me in the pen,
than me blowin' rollin' in my Benz-o.
I send the to the grave,
and I'm finished, nigga, bring the yellow tape
to off the scene of the slaughter,
gettin' swoll off bread and water.
I don't if they fags or what--
search a down and grab on his nuts.
And on the hand,
without a gun can't get none,
but let it be a black and a white one,
they'll slam ya down to the street top.
Black showin' out for the white cop,
but Krayzie will swarm
on any in a blue uniform.
'cause I'm from the C-L-E,
the punk are afraid of me, huh.
A nigga on the warpath,
and I'm finished,
it's be a bloodbath
of cops around my way.
Yo, bitch, I got somethin' to
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Fuck the police. the police. Fuck 'em . . .

Surprise.
You're right.
and Layzie:
Fuck the police and said it with authority,
'cause the niggas on the is a majority, a gang,
and it's I'm steppin'
that a weapon is kept in
the stash for the so-called law,
Bone was some niggas that they never saw.
Lights flashin' behind me,
but scared of a nigga,
so they me to blind me,
but that don't work. I just laugh,
and plus, it 'em a hint not to step in my path.
The police, I'm sayin', "Fuck you, punk."
Readin' my and shit.
all junk.
Pullin' out a club,
so you stand with a fake-ass and a gun in your hand,
but off the gun,
so we can see up,
and go at it, punk,
and I'm a you up.
Made ya I'm a kick your ass,
and the gat,
and Bone's blast.
I'm as fuck when it comes to crime,
and I'm a 'em now and not next time.
Smoke any muthafucka sweats me
and any asshole that me.
I'm a sniper with a of a scope,
out a cop or two.
They fuck with me.
The muthafuckin' that's mad
with to get bad as fuck.
Now I'm a it around--
dig in the clip, yo,
and this is the sound: Gunshots.]
Yeah, like that,
but it all on the size of the strap.
Takin' out a police make my day,
and the niggas like Bone, don't give a to say . . .
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Fuck the police. Fuck the police. 'em . . .

Surprise.
You're right.

I'm tired of muthafuckin' jackins.
my thug, while we be thuggin' in the shack and
shinin' the in my face and for what?
Maybe because I'm kickin' so much butt.
I ass, nigga.
Maybe, 'cause I
on a stupid-ass when I'm playin' with the trigger
of an uzi or an AK,
'cause the always got somethin' stupid to say.
They pull out my picture silence,
'cause my identity along with my groups violence.
It's Bone with the behavior.
Yeah, I'm thugsta, nigga,
but I got flavor.
Without a gun and a badge, do you got?
A nigga in a uniform to get shot
by me or one of my niggas,
and a gat it don't matter if you're smaller or bigger.

Size mean shit. I'm from the old school, fool.

And as you all know, Layzie Bone to rule.
I'm rollin',
keep on lookin' in mirror,
and on cue, yo,
so I can hear a muthafucka with a gun.
And when I'm off the Eight,
be the one that I take out,
and I get away,
and I'm drivin' off laughin',
this is what I say, believe . . .
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Fuck the police. the police. Fuck 'em . . .

Surprise.
You're right.