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 got it bad 'cause I'm brown and not the other color. Some
police think they have the authority to a minority,
but mad,
I ain't the one for a punk 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, 'cause a nigga major,
and got a bit of money and they play us,
a nigga car,
for a product,
thinkin' every thug sellin' narcotics.
rather see me in the pen,
than me indo rollin' in my Benz-o.
I send the to the grave,
and I'm finished, nigga, bring the yellow tape
to off the scene of the slaughter,
gettin' swoll off bread and water.
I don't if they fags or what--
search a nigga and grab on his nuts.
And on the hand,
a gun they can't get none,
but don't let it be a and a white 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.
'cause I'm from the C-L-E,
the muthafuckas are afraid of me, huh.
A young on the warpath,
and I'm finished,
it's gonna be a
of dying 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 police and Bone it with authority,
the niggas on the street is a majority, a gang,
and whenever I'm steppin'
that a muthafuckin' weapon is in
the stash for the so-called law,
Bone was some niggas that they never saw.
Lights start flashin' me,
but scared of a nigga,
so they mase me to me,
but shit don't work. I just laugh,
and plus, it gives 'em a 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 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 when it to crime,
and I'm a 'em now and not next time.
Smoke any that sweats me
and any asshole threatens me.
I'm a sniper a hell of a scope,
out a cop or two.
They can't fuck me.
The muthafuckin' 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, like 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 these jackins.
Sweatin' my thug, while we be in the shack and
shinin' the lights in my face and for
it's 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 along with my groups causes violence.
It's Bone 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 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 in your mirror,
and on cue, yo,
so I can hear a dumb muthafucka a gun.
And when I'm off the Eight,
be the one that I take out,
and I get away,
and while I'm off laughin',
this is what I say, believe . . .
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Fuck the police. the police. Fuck 'em . . .

Surprise.
You're right.