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, straight from the underground.
A young nigga got it bad 'cause I'm and not the other color. Some
think they have the authority to kill a minority,
but mad,
'cause I the one for a punk muthafucka with a badge and a gun to
be beatin' on and 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 bit of money and they play us,
search a car,
for a product,
thinkin' every thug nigga narcotics.
rather see me in the pen,
than me blowin' 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,
still gettin' swoll off and water.
I don't know if they or what--
a nigga down and grab on his nuts.
And on the hand,
without a gun they get none,
but let it be a black and a white one,
'cause they'll slam ya 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 muthafuckas are afraid of me, huh.
A nigga on the warpath,
and I'm finished,
it's be a bloodbath
of cops around 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 said 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 spot for the so-called law,
Bone was some niggas that they never saw.
Lights start behind 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 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.
ya think I'm a kick your ass,
and the gat,
and Bone's blast.
I'm sneaky as when it comes to crime,
and I'm a smoke 'em now and not time.
Smoke any 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 with me.
The killa that's mad
potential to get bad as fuck.
Now I'm a turn it
dig in the clip, yo,
and this is the [Two Gunshots.]
Yeah, somethin' that,
but it all depends on the of the strap.
Takin' out a police make my day,
and the niggas 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 thuggin' in the and
shinin' the lights in my face and for
Maybe it's because I'm kickin' so butt.
I ass, nigga.
Maybe, I blast
on a stupid-ass nigga when I'm with the trigger
of an uzi or an AK,
'cause the police always got somethin' to say.
pull out my picture with silence,
'cause my along with my groups causes violence.
It's with 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 a gat it don't matter if you're smaller or bigger.

Size mean 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 that I out,
and I get away,
and I'm drivin' off laughin',
is what I say, believe that . . .
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Fuck the police. Fuck the police. 'em . . .

Surprise.
You're right.