Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck The Police

I'ma send this mothafucka here to the crackers
Rot in hell mothafucka, plotting on my

1: Lil Boosie]
They killed Venelle I was 12, turned me against 'em
me to my first funeral now I'm a victim (of the law)
My daddy called 'em pigs, never forget
He went to jail on road, for tryna piss
my Auntie Trina door, lookin' for my cousin
Looked at me the street and said boy you ugly
Made 11 dat was my run in with dem busters
When stupid roughed me up cause I told em
Got old it got worser, my got deadly
Runnin' and from dat dirty bitch Don Kelly
All school you can catch me with my tool
Smashing in my Magnum from the red and blue
Dey ask me for money, try to me and all
Dey let the eat me up, up out my fuckin' nuts
Don't give a fuck nigga or jail
I want all you to rot in hell

Cities, 'em
Narcotics, 'em
FEDS, 'em
DAs, 'em
We need you bitches on our street say with me
FUCK THE POLICE (fuck 'em) FUCK THE (fuck 'em)
Without dat you a bitch and a half nigga
FUCK THE (fuck 'em) FUCK THE POLICE (fuck 'em)
Without dat badge you a bitch and a half
FUCK THE POLICE(fuck 'em) THE POLICE (fuck 'em)

[Verse 2:
Come search this bitch cause I wait cause I'm too straight
And y'all lil a lil too late
me up in front of my kids; I looked em all in they faces
Walked me out I'm a killa scared the fuck out my neighbors
Sat me down put a pen and paper on the table and me
us some names and you can leave this bitch
I can't believe shit, what in the hell
If that's the only way out den nigga me my cell
tell niggas stop, I'll sit here 'til I rot
For all dat, I coulda been a ass cop
Yea boo I got got, they hit me for a few
But you bitches I'm ballin' I ain't miss it at all
as I got back to the house I went and opened a pound
And out 700 so much shit ain't get found
And I know tha listening I'm telling you now
You can hold a trill nigga down, nigga fuck ya

[Verse 3: Lil
Dis shit a neva stop, let's keep it real
We need to be like Khaled niggas, and kill
stupid you stupid, I hope you rot in hell
You lost B, you jost Trell and T and L
Wonder why I look at yo ass
I get a billion I'm a hit you from tha sky
You gone be dead just like Ivy, a drop
FEDS cities I want all of you bitches now
Yea we used to run dat dope, ya already
Served dem birds from 17th to Platcha
my Beamer I'll never forget
Not enough in tha bank and dey can take yo shit
Dey in Webbie house tha otha day (dirty mothafuckas)
a $100, 000 away, ain't turn it in
Dey sin, dey protect shit
yours Mr. Bad Azz, suck my dick and die quick bitch