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 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 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' a nigga, 'cause a nigga turned major,
and got a little bit of and they play us,
search a car,
for a product,
thinkin' thug nigga sellin' narcotics.
rather see me in the pen,
than me indo rollin' in my Benz-o.
I the police to the grave,
and when I'm finished, nigga, bring the yellow
to tape off the of the slaughter,
still gettin' swoll off and water.
I don't know if fags or what--
a nigga down and grab on his nuts.
And on the hand,
without a gun they get none,
but don't let it be a and a white one,
they'll slam ya down to the street top.
Black police showin' out for the cop,
but Krayzie Bone swarm
on any in a blue uniform.
Just 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 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' weapon is in
the spot for the so-called law,
wishin' was some niggas that they never saw.
Lights start behind me,
but they of a nigga,
so they mase me to 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."
Readin' my and shit.
all junk.
Pullin' out a club,
so you stand with a fake-ass badge and a gun in 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 when it comes to crime,
and I'm a 'em now and not next time.
Smoke any muthafucka that 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 killa 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 on the size of the strap.
Takin' out a will make my day,
and the niggas like Bone, don't 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.
my thug, while we be thuggin' in the shack and
shinin' the in my face and for what?
Maybe it's I'm kickin' so much butt.
I ass, nigga.
Maybe, I blast
on a stupid-ass when I'm playin' with the trigger
of an uzi or an AK,
'cause the police got somethin' stupid to say.
They out my picture with silence,
'cause my identity along with my groups 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 to get shot
by me or one of my niggas,
and a gat it don't 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 hear a dumb muthafucka a gun.
And when I'm off the Eight,
you'll be the one I take out,
and I get away,
and while I'm off laughin',
is what I say, believe that . . .
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Fuck the police. Fuck the police. 'em . . .

Surprise.
You're right.