Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Tha Police

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Fuck the police. Fuck the police. '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 the one for a punk 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.
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 nigga sellin' narcotics.
rather 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 gettin' swoll off and water.
I know if they fags or what--
a nigga down and grab on his nuts.
And on the hand,
without a gun can't get none,
but let it be a black and a white one,
'cause they'll ya down to the street top.
police showin' out for the white cop,
but Krayzie will swarm
on any muthafucka in a 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,
gonna 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.
and Layzie:
Fuck the and Bone said it with authority,
'cause the on the street is a majority, a gang,
and it's I'm steppin'
that a muthafuckin' weapon is in
the stash for the so-called law,
wishin' Bone was niggas that they never saw.
Lights flashin' behind me,
but scared of a nigga,
so they mase me to me,
but that shit don't work. I laugh,
and plus, it 'em a hint 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 I'm a kick your ass,
and the gat,
and gon' blast.
I'm sneaky as fuck when it to crime,
and I'm a 'em now and not next time.
Smoke any that sweats me
and any that threatens me.
I'm a sniper with a of a scope,
out a cop or two.
They can't fuck me.
The muthafuckin' that's mad
with to get bad as fuck.
Now I'm a turn it
dig in the clip, yo,
and this is the sound: Gunshots.]
Yeah, like 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 nigga when I'm playin' with the
of an uzi or an AK,
'cause the police got somethin' stupid to say.
They pull out my with silence,
'cause my along with 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, 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 smaller 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 muthafucka with a gun.
And when I'm off the Eight,
you'll be the one that I out,
and I get away,
and while I'm off laughin',
this is what I say, believe . . .
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Fuck the police. the police. Fuck 'em . . .

Surprise.
You're right.