Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Tha Police

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Fuck the police. the police. Fuck 'em . . .

Surprise.
You're right.

Yo, the police, comin' 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 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 bit of money and they play us,
a nigga car,
for a product,
thinkin' thug nigga sellin' narcotics.
They'd see me in the pen,
me blowin' indo rollin' in my Benz-o.
I send the to the grave,
and I'm finished, nigga, bring the yellow tape
to tape off the of the slaughter,
still gettin' swoll off and water.
I don't know if fags or what--
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 black and a one,
'cause they'll ya down to the street top.
police showin' out for the white cop,
but Krayzie Bone swarm
on any muthafucka in a uniform.
Just I'm from the C-L-E,
the punk are afraid of me, huh.
A nigga on the warpath,
and I'm finished,
gonna be a bloodbath
of dying around my way.
Yo, bitch, I got somethin' to
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Fuck the police. the police. Fuck 'em . . .

Surprise.
You're right.
and Layzie:
Fuck the police and Bone said it authority,
the niggas on the street is a majority, a gang,
and whenever I'm steppin'
that a weapon is kept in
the stash for the so-called law,
wishin' was some niggas that they never saw.
Lights start flashin' me,
but they of a nigga,
so mase me to blind me,
but shit 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 I'm a kick your ass,
and the gat,
and gon' blast.
I'm as fuck when it comes to crime,
and I'm a 'em now and not next time.
Smoke any that sweats me
and any asshole that me.
I'm a sniper 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 sound: Gunshots.]
Yeah, like that,
but it all on the size of the strap.
out a police will make my day,
and the niggas like Bone, don't give a 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, we be thuggin' in the shack and
shinin' the lights in my and for what?
Maybe it's because I'm so much 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 always got somethin' stupid to say.
They out my picture with silence,
my identity 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 matter if you're 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 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 while I'm off laughin',
this is what I say, believe . . .
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Fuck the police. Fuck the police. 'em . . .

Surprise.
You're right.