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 other color.
think they have the authority to kill 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, 'cause a nigga major,
and got a little bit of and they play us,
a nigga car,
for a product,
thinkin' every nigga sellin' narcotics.
They'd see me in the pen,
me blowin' indo rollin' in my Benz-o.
I the police to the grave,
and I'm finished, nigga, bring the yellow tape
to off the scene of the slaughter,
still swoll off bread and water.
I don't know if they fags or
search a down and grab on his nuts.
And on the hand,
without a gun they get none,
but don't let it be a and a white one,
they'll slam ya down to the street top.
Black police showin' out for the cop,
but Krayzie Bone will
on any in a blue uniform.
'cause I'm from the C-L-E,
the punk muthafuckas are of me, huh.
A young on the warpath,
and I'm finished,
it's gonna be a
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
Fuck the police and Bone it with authority,
the niggas on the street is a majority, a gang,
and whenever I'm steppin'
a muthafuckin' weapon is kept in
the stash spot for the law,
wishin' Bone was niggas that they never saw.
Lights start behind me,
but scared of a nigga,
so they 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."
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 when it to crime,
and I'm a smoke 'em now and not time.
Smoke any that sweats me
and any asshole that me.
I'm a sniper with a of a scope,
out a cop or two.
They can't with me.
The muthafuckin' killa mad
potential to get bad as fuck.
Now I'm a turn it
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 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 of these muthafuckin' jackins.
Sweatin' my thug, while we be in the shack and
shinin' the in my face and for what?
Maybe it's because I'm so much butt.
I ass, nigga.
Maybe, 'cause I
on a nigga when I'm playin' with the trigger
of an uzi or an AK,
'cause the police got somethin' stupid to say.
pull out my picture with silence,
'cause my identity along my groups causes violence.
It's Bone with the behavior.
Yeah, I'm thugsta, nigga,
but I got flavor.
a gun and a badge, what do you got?
A in a uniform waitin' to get shot
by me or one of my niggas,
and with a gat it don't matter if you're or bigger.

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

And as you all know, Layzie came to rule.
I'm rollin',
keep on in your mirror,
and on cue, yo,
so I can hear a dumb with a gun.
And when I'm off the Eight,
be the one that 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.