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 nigga got it bad 'cause I'm brown and not the other color. Some
police think they the authority to kill a minority,
but mad,
'cause I ain't the one for a punk muthafucka a badge and a gun to
be beatin' on and 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 little bit of money and they us,
search a 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 when I'm finished, nigga, bring the tape
to tape off the of the slaughter,
still gettin' off bread and water.
I don't know if they fags or
search a down 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.
police showin' 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 nigga on the warpath,
and I'm finished,
it's be a bloodbath
of cops dying 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,
'cause the on the street is a majority, a gang,
and it's whenever I'm
that a muthafuckin' weapon is in
the spot for the so-called law,
Bone was some niggas that they never saw.
Lights flashin' behind me,
but they of a nigga,
so they mase me to me,
but that 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."
my rights and shit.
all junk.
Pullin' out a club,
so you stand with a 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 I'm a kick your 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.
any muthafucka 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 fuck me.
The killa that's mad
with 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 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 muthafuckin' jackins.
Sweatin' my thug, we be thuggin' in the shack and
shinin' the in my face and for what?
Maybe it's because I'm kickin' so butt.
I ass, nigga.
Maybe, 'cause I
on a stupid-ass nigga when I'm playin' the trigger
of an uzi or an AK,
'cause the always got somethin' stupid to say.
They 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.
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 matter if you're smaller or bigger.

Size mean 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 dumb with a gun.
And I'm rollin' off the Eight,
be the one that I take out,
and I get away,
and while I'm off laughin',
this is I say, believe that . . .
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Fuck the police. Fuck the police. 'em . . .

Surprise.
You're right.