Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Tha Police

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

Surprise.
You're right.

Yo, fuck the police, straight from the underground.
A young got it bad 'cause I'm brown and not the other color. Some
police think they the authority to kill a minority,
but mad,
I ain't 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.
Fuckin' with a nigga, 'cause a nigga major,
and got a little bit of money and play us,
search a car,
for a product,
thinkin' thug nigga sellin' narcotics.
rather see me in the pen,
than me indo rollin' in my Benz-o.
I send the to the grave,
and when I'm finished, nigga, the yellow tape
to off the scene of the slaughter,
still swoll off bread and water.
I don't know if they or what--
a nigga down and grab on his nuts.
And on the hand,
without a gun can't get none,
but don't let it be a black and a one,
'cause slam ya down to the street top.
Black police out for the white cop,
but Krayzie will swarm
on any in a blue uniform.
Just 'cause I'm the C-L-E,
the punk are afraid of me, huh.
A nigga on the warpath,
and I'm finished,
gonna be a bloodbath
of cops around my way.
Yo, bitch, I got to say:
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Fuck the police. Fuck the police. 'em . . .

Surprise.
You're right.
Krayzie and
the police and Bone said it with authority,
'cause the niggas on the is a majority, a gang,
and it's whenever I'm
that a muthafuckin' is kept in
the stash spot for the law,
Bone was some niggas that they never saw.
Lights start flashin' me,
but scared of a nigga,
so mase me to blind me,
but that shit work. I just laugh,
and plus, it 'em a hint 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 stand 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 Bone's blast.
I'm sneaky as fuck it comes to crime,
and I'm a 'em now and not next time.
any muthafucka that sweats me
and any that threatens me.
I'm a sniper a hell of a scope,
out a cop or two.
They can't fuck me.
The killa that's mad
with to get bad as fuck.
Now I'm a turn it
dig in the clip, yo,
and this is the [Two Gunshots.]
Yeah, somethin' that,
but it all depends on the of the strap.
out a police will make my day,
and the niggas like Bone, give a fuck to say . . .
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Fuck the police. Fuck the police. 'em . . .

Surprise.
You're right.

I'm tired of muthafuckin' jackins.
Sweatin' my thug, while we be thuggin' in the 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 nigga I'm playin' with the trigger
of an uzi or an AK,
'cause the always got somethin' stupid to say.
They pull out my with silence,
'cause my identity with my groups causes violence.
Bone 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 waitin' to get
by me or one of my niggas,
and with a gat it don't matter if you're 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 in your mirror,
and on cue, yo,
so I can hear a muthafucka with a gun.
And I'm rollin' off the Eight,
you'll be the one that I out,
and I get away,
and while I'm off laughin',
is what I say, believe that . . .
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Fuck the police. Fuck the police. 'em . . .

Surprise.
You're right.