Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Tha Police

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

Surprise.
You're right.

Yo, fuck the police, comin' straight the underground.
A young nigga got it bad 'cause I'm brown and not the other color.
think they have the authority to kill a minority,
but mad,
'cause I the one for a punk muthafucka with a badge and a gun to
be beatin' on and in jail.
But we can go toe to toe in the of the cell.
with a nigga, 'cause a nigga turned major,
and got a bit of money and they play us,
search a car,
for a product,
thinkin' thug nigga sellin' narcotics.
They'd see me in the pen,
than me blowin' rollin' in my Benz-o.
I send the to the grave,
and when I'm finished, nigga, bring the tape
to off the scene of the slaughter,
still gettin' swoll off and water.
I don't know if fags or what--
search a down and grab on his nuts.
And on the hand,
without a gun they get none,
but don't let it be a black and a one,
'cause slam ya down to the street top.
Black showin' out for the white cop,
but Bone will swarm
on any muthafucka in a uniform.
Just 'cause I'm the C-L-E,
the punk are afraid of me, huh.
A young 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 and Bone said it with authority,
the niggas on the street is a majority, a gang,
and whenever I'm steppin'
that a muthafuckin' is kept in
the stash for the so-called law,
wishin' Bone was some niggas that never saw.
Lights start flashin' me,
but scared of a nigga,
so they me to blind me,
but that shit don't work. I laugh,
and plus, it gives 'em a not to step in my path.
The police, I'm sayin', "Fuck you, punk."
my rights and shit.
all junk.
Pullin' out a club,
so you with a fake-ass badge 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 think I'm a your ass,
and the gat,
and gon' blast.
I'm as fuck when it comes to crime,
and I'm a 'em now and not next time.
Smoke any muthafucka that me
and any asshole that me.
I'm a with a hell of a scope,
out a cop or two.
They can't fuck me.
The muthafuckin' that's mad
potential to get bad as fuck.
Now I'm a it around--
dig in the clip, yo,
and is the sound: [Two 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 these jackins.
Sweatin' my thug, while we be thuggin' in the and
shinin' the lights in my and for what?
Maybe it's because I'm kickin' so butt.
I ass, nigga.
Maybe, I blast
on a stupid-ass nigga I'm playin' with the trigger
of an uzi or an AK,
'cause the always got somethin' stupid to say.
pull out my picture with silence,
'cause my identity with my groups causes violence.
It's with the criminal behavior.
Yeah, I'm thugsta, nigga,
but I got flavor.
a gun and a badge, what do you got?
A nigga in a uniform to get shot
by me or one of my niggas,
and with a gat it matter if you're smaller or bigger.

Size don't mean shit. I'm the old school, fool.

And as you all know, Bone came to rule.
I'm rollin',
keep on lookin' in mirror,
and on cue, yo,
so I can hear a dumb with a gun.
And I'm rollin' 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. Fuck the police. 'em . . .

Surprise.
You're right.