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 I'm brown and not the other color. Some
police think they have the to kill a minority,
but mad,
'cause I ain't the one for a punk muthafucka with a 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 little bit of and they play us,
a nigga car,
for a product,
thinkin' every thug sellin' narcotics.
rather see me in the pen,
than me blowin' rollin' in my Benz-o.
I send the to the grave,
and when I'm finished, nigga, bring the tape
to off the scene of the slaughter,
still gettin' off bread and water.
I don't know if fags or what--
search a nigga down and 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,
they'll slam ya down to the street top.
Black police out for the white cop,
but Bone will swarm
on any in a blue uniform.
'cause I'm from the C-L-E,
the punk are afraid 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 somethin' to
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Fuck the police. Fuck the police. 'em . . .

Surprise.
You're right.
Krayzie and
the police and Bone said it with authority,
'cause the on the street 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 niggas that they never saw.
start flashin' behind me,
but scared of a nigga,
so they mase me to me,
but that shit 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 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 muthafucka sweats me
and any asshole that 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
potential to get bad as fuck.
Now I'm a turn it
dig in the clip, yo,
and is the sound: [Two Gunshots.]
Yeah, somethin' that,
but it all depends on the of the strap.
out a police will 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 muthafuckin' jackins.
Sweatin' my thug, while we be thuggin' in the and
the lights in my face and for what?
Maybe because I'm kickin' so much butt.
I ass, nigga.
Maybe, 'cause I
on a stupid-ass when I'm playin' with the trigger
of an uzi or an AK,
'cause the police always got stupid to say.
They pull out my with silence,
'cause my identity along with my causes violence.
Bone with the criminal behavior.
Yeah, I'm thugsta, nigga,
but I got flavor.
Without a gun and a badge, what do you
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 shit. I'm from the old school, fool.

And as you all know, Bone came to rule.
I'm rollin',
keep on lookin' in mirror,
and on cue, yo,
so I can hear a muthafucka with a gun.
And I'm rollin' off the Eight,
you'll be the one I take out,
and I get away,
and while I'm off laughin',
this is what I say, that . . .
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Fuck the police. the police. Fuck 'em . . .

Surprise.
You're right.