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 they have the authority to a minority,
but mad,
'cause I ain't the one for a 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.
Fuckin' with a nigga, a nigga turned major,
and got a little bit of money and they us,
a nigga car,
for a product,
thinkin' every thug nigga narcotics.
They'd see me in the pen,
than me blowin' indo in my Benz-o.
I the police to the grave,
and when I'm finished, nigga, the yellow tape
to tape off the of the slaughter,
still gettin' off bread and water.
I don't know if fags or what--
search a nigga down and 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 showin' out for the white 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 cops 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 said it with authority,
'cause the 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' Bone was some niggas that they saw.
Lights start flashin' me,
but scared of a nigga,
so mase me to blind me,
but that don't work. I just laugh,
and plus, it gives 'em a 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 think I'm a kick ass,
and the gat,
and gon' blast.
I'm sneaky as when it comes to crime,
and I'm a smoke 'em now and not 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 killa that's mad
potential to get bad as fuck.
Now I'm a it around--
dig in the clip, yo,
and this is the [Two Gunshots.]
Yeah, like that,
but it all depends on the of the strap.
Takin' out a 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 muthafuckin' jackins.
Sweatin' my thug, while we be thuggin' in the and
shinin' the lights in my face and for
Maybe it's I'm kickin' so much butt.
I ass, nigga.
Maybe, 'cause I
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 pull out my with silence,
'cause my along with my groups causes violence.
It's Bone the criminal behavior.
Yeah, I'm thugsta, nigga,
but I got flavor.
a gun and a badge, what do you got?
A nigga in a uniform to get shot
by me or one of my niggas,
and with a gat it don't if you're 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 in your mirror,
and on cue, yo,
so I can hear a muthafucka with a gun.
And when I'm off the Eight,
be the one that I take out,
and I get away,
and while I'm off laughin',
this is I say, believe that . . .
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Fuck the police. the police. Fuck 'em . . .

Surprise.
You're right.