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' from the underground.
A young nigga got it bad 'cause I'm and not the other color. Some
police think they have the authority to 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.
Fuckin' with a nigga, 'cause a turned major,
and got a bit of money and they play us,
a nigga car,
for a product,
thinkin' every thug nigga narcotics.
They'd see me in the pen,
me blowin' indo rollin' in my Benz-o.
I the police to the grave,
and when I'm finished, nigga, bring the tape
to tape off the of the slaughter,
still gettin' swoll off and water.
I don't know if fags or what--
search a nigga down and on his nuts.
And on the hand,
without a gun they get none,
but don't let it be a black and a one,
they'll slam ya down to the street top.
Black showin' out for the white cop,
but Bone 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,
it's gonna be a
of cops dying my way.
Yo, bitch, I got to say:
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Fuck the police. Fuck the police. 'em . . .

Surprise.
You're right.
and Layzie:
Fuck the police and Bone said it authority,
'cause the niggas on the is a majority, a gang,
and it's I'm steppin'
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 they 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."
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 when 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 with a hell of a scope,
out a cop or two.
They can't fuck me.
The killa that's mad
potential to get bad as fuck.
Now I'm a it around--
dig in the clip, yo,
and this is the sound: Gunshots.]
Yeah, somethin' that,
but it all depends on the of the strap.
Takin' out a police will my day,
and the like Bone, don't give a fuck to say . . .
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Fuck the police. the police. Fuck 'em . . .

Surprise.
You're right.

I'm tired of these jackins.
Sweatin' my thug, while we be in the shack and
shinin' the lights in my and for what?
Maybe it's because I'm 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 police got somethin' stupid to say.
They pull out my picture silence,
'cause my identity with my groups causes violence.
It's Bone the criminal behavior.
Yeah, I'm thugsta, nigga,
but I got flavor.
Without a gun and a badge, what do you
A in a uniform waitin' to get shot
by me or one of my niggas,
and with a gat it don't 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 a dumb muthafucka with a gun.
And I'm rollin' off the Eight,
you'll be the one I take out,
and I get away,
and I'm drivin' off laughin',
this is what I say, that . . .
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Fuck the police. the police. Fuck 'em . . .

Surprise.
You're right.