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 nigga got it bad 'cause I'm brown and not the color. Some
police think 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, a nigga turned major,
and got a little bit of money and 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 I'm finished, nigga, bring the yellow tape
to off the scene of the slaughter,
still gettin' swoll off and water.
I don't know if they or what--
search a nigga down and 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.
Just 'cause I'm the C-L-E,
the muthafuckas are afraid of me, huh.
A young on the warpath,
and I'm finished,
it's be a bloodbath
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 and Bone said it with authority,
'cause the niggas on the is a majority, a gang,
and whenever I'm steppin'
that a muthafuckin' is kept in
the stash spot for the law,
wishin' Bone was niggas that they never saw.
start 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 hint not to 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 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.
ya think 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 smoke 'em now and not 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 is the sound: [Two Gunshots.]
Yeah, like that,
but it all depends on the of the strap.
out a police 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
shinin' the in my face and for what?
Maybe because 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 always got somethin' stupid to say.
They pull out my with silence,
'cause my identity along with my groups violence.
It's Bone the criminal behavior.
Yeah, I'm thugsta, nigga,
but I got flavor.
Without a gun and a badge, do you got?
A in a uniform waitin' to get shot
by me or one of my niggas,
and with a gat it don't if you're smaller or bigger.

Size don't shit. I'm from the old school, fool.

And as you all know, Layzie Bone to rule.
I'm rollin',
keep on in your mirror,
and on cue, yo,
so I can hear a 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 I say, believe that . . .
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Fuck the police. Fuck the police. 'em . . .

Surprise.
You're right.