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.
police think they have the authority to a minority,
but mad,
'cause I ain't the one for a muthafucka 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, 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' indo in my Benz-o.
I the police to the grave,
and I'm finished, nigga, bring the yellow tape
to tape off the of the slaughter,
gettin' swoll off bread and water.
I know if they fags or what--
a nigga down and grab on his nuts.
And on the hand,
a gun they can't get none,
but let it be a black and a white one,
they'll slam ya down to the street top.
Black police out for the white cop,
but Bone will swarm
on any muthafucka in a uniform.
Just I'm from the C-L-E,
the muthafuckas are afraid of me, huh.
A young on the warpath,
and I'm finished,
gonna be a bloodbath
of dying around my way.
Yo, bitch, I got to say:
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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,
'cause the niggas on the is a majority, a gang,
and whenever I'm steppin'
that a muthafuckin' is kept in
the spot for the so-called law,
wishin' Bone was some niggas that they 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."
Readin' my 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 kick 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.
Smoke any that sweats me
and any asshole that me.
I'm a sniper a hell 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 is the sound: [Two Gunshots.]
Yeah, like that,
but it all depends on the of the strap.
Takin' out a will make my day,
and the niggas like Bone, don't give a to say . . .
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Fuck the police. the police. Fuck 'em . . .

Surprise.
You're right.

I'm tired of muthafuckin' jackins.
Sweatin' my thug, we be thuggin' in the shack and
shinin' the lights in my face and for
Maybe because I'm kickin' so much butt.
I ass, nigga.
Maybe, 'cause I
on a stupid-ass nigga when I'm playin' with the
of an uzi or an AK,
'cause the police got somethin' stupid to say.
They pull out my with silence,
'cause my identity with my groups causes 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 don't matter if you're or bigger.

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

And as you all know, Layzie Bone to rule.
I'm rollin',
keep on in your 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 I say, believe that . . .
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Fuck the police. Fuck the police. 'em . . .

Surprise.
You're right.