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 they the authority to kill a minority,
but mad,
'cause I ain't the one for a punk with a badge and a gun to
be on and thrown 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 little bit of and they play us,
a nigga car,
for a product,
thinkin' thug nigga sellin' narcotics.
They'd see me in the pen,
me blowin' 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 gettin' swoll off and water.
I don't know if fags or what--
a nigga 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 they'll slam ya to the street top.
police showin' out for the white cop,
but Krayzie Bone will
on any muthafucka in a uniform.
Just 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 dying my way.
Yo, bitch, I got somethin' to
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Fuck the police. Fuck the police. 'em . . .

Surprise.
You're right.
and Layzie:
Fuck the police and Bone it with authority,
the niggas on the street is a majority, a gang,
and it's whenever I'm
that a weapon is kept in
the stash for the so-called law,
wishin' Bone was some niggas that never saw.
Lights start flashin' me,
but they of a nigga,
so mase me to blind me,
but that shit work. I just laugh,
and plus, it gives 'em a hint not to in my path.
The police, I'm sayin', "Fuck you, punk."
my rights and shit.
all junk.
Pullin' out a club,
so you stand with a fake-ass badge and a gun in 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 when it to crime,
and I'm a 'em now and not next time.
Smoke any muthafucka sweats me
and any that threatens me.
I'm a sniper a hell of a scope,
out a cop or two.
They can't with me.
The muthafuckin' that's mad
potential to get bad as fuck.
Now I'm a it around--
dig in the clip, yo,
and this is the [Two Gunshots.]
Yeah, like that,
but it all on the size of the strap.
Takin' out a police will 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 of these muthafuckin' jackins.
my thug, while we be thuggin' in the shack and
shinin' the lights in my and for what?
Maybe because I'm kickin' so much butt.
I ass, nigga.
Maybe, I blast
on a stupid-ass nigga when I'm playin' with the
of an uzi or an AK,
'cause the police always got 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 waitin' to get
by me or one of my niggas,
and with a gat it matter if you're smaller or bigger.

Size don't 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 dumb with a gun.
And when I'm off the Eight,
you'll be the one that I 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.