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 young got it bad 'cause I'm brown and not the other color. Some
police think have 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.
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,
than me indo rollin' in my Benz-o.
I send the to the grave,
and when I'm finished, nigga, the yellow tape
to off the scene of the slaughter,
still gettin' off bread 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 don't let it be a black and a one,
'cause they'll slam ya to the street top.
Black police showin' out for the cop,
but Krayzie Bone swarm
on any muthafucka in a uniform.
Just 'cause I'm 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 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 said it with authority,
'cause the niggas on the is a majority, a gang,
and it's I'm steppin'
that a muthafuckin' is kept in
the stash spot for the law,
wishin' Bone was niggas that they never saw.
Lights start flashin' me,
but they of a nigga,
so they me to blind me,
but that shit 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 with 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 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.
any muthafucka that sweats me
and any asshole threatens me.
I'm a sniper with a of a scope,
out a cop or two.
They fuck with me.
The killa that's mad
with 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.
Takin' out a will make my day,
and the niggas Bone, don't give a fuck to say . . .
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Fuck the police. the police. Fuck 'em . . .

Surprise.
You're right.

I'm of these muthafuckin' jackins.
Sweatin' my thug, while we be in the shack and
shinin' the lights in my and for what?
Maybe it's because I'm kickin' so butt.
I ass, nigga.
Maybe, I blast
on a nigga when I'm playin' with the trigger
of an uzi or an AK,
'cause the police always got 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.
Without a gun and a badge, do you got?
A nigga in a uniform waitin' to get
by me or one of my niggas,
and a gat it don't matter if you're smaller or bigger.

Size mean shit. I'm from the old school, fool.

And as you all know, Layzie came to rule.
I'm rollin',
keep on lookin' in mirror,
and on cue, yo,
so I can hear a dumb muthafucka a gun.
And I'm rollin' off the Eight,
you'll be the one I take out,
and I get away,
and while I'm off laughin',
this is what I say, that . . .
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Fuck the police. the police. Fuck 'em . . .

Surprise.
You're right.