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 they have the authority to kill a minority,
but mad,
'cause I ain't the one for a punk 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 money and play us,
a nigga car,
for a product,
thinkin' every nigga sellin' narcotics.
They'd see me in the pen,
than me blowin' indo in my Benz-o.
I send the to the grave,
and when I'm finished, nigga, the yellow tape
to tape off the of the slaughter,
still 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,
without a gun 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 showin' out for the cop,
but Bone will swarm
on any muthafucka in a uniform.
Just 'cause I'm the C-L-E,
the punk muthafuckas are of me, huh.
A nigga 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. Fuck the police. 'em . . .

Surprise.
You're right.
and Layzie:
Fuck the police and Bone it with authority,
'cause the on the street is a majority, a gang,
and it's I'm steppin'
that a muthafuckin' is kept in
the spot for the so-called law,
wishin' Bone was some niggas that never saw.
Lights start behind me,
but scared of a nigga,
so they mase me to me,
but that don't work. I just laugh,
and plus, it 'em a hint 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 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 when it comes to crime,
and I'm a 'em now and not next time.
any muthafucka that sweats me
and any asshole threatens me.
I'm a with 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 this is the sound: Gunshots.]
Yeah, somethin' that,
but it all on the size 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 of these muthafuckin' jackins.
Sweatin' my thug, while we be thuggin' in the and
the lights 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 when I'm playin' with the trigger
of an uzi or an AK,
'cause the always got somethin' 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 in a uniform waitin' to get shot
by me or one of my niggas,
and with a gat it don't matter if 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 when I'm off the Eight,
be the one that I take out,
and I get away,
and I'm drivin' off laughin',
is what I say, believe that . . .
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Fuck the police. the police. Fuck 'em . . .

Surprise.
You're right.