Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck The Police

I'ma send this mothafucka here to the mothafuckin'
Rot in mothafucka, plotting on my diamonds

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

Cities, 'em
Narcotics, 'em
FEDS, 'em
DAs, 'em
We don't need you bitches on our street say me
FUCK THE POLICE (fuck 'em) THE POLICE (fuck 'em)
Without dat badge you a and a half nigga
FUCK THE POLICE (fuck 'em) FUCK THE (fuck 'em)
Without dat you a bitch and a half nigga
FUCK THE POLICE(fuck 'em) THE POLICE (fuck 'em)

[Verse 2:
Come search this bitch I don't wait cause I'm too straight
And y'all lil a lil too late
Cuffed me up in front of my kids; I em all in they faces
Walked me out like I'm a killa the fuck out my neighbors
Sat me put a pen and paper on the table and told me
Give us some names and you can leave bitch
I can't believe this shit, what in the
If that's the way out den nigga show me my cell
tell niggas stop, I'll sit here 'til I rot
For all dat, I been a bitch ass cop
Yea boo I got got, hit me for a few thou
But you dirty bitches I'm ballin' I ain't it at all
Soon as I got back to the house I went and a pound
And counted out 700 so much shit get found
And I know tha police listening I'm you now
You can never hold a nigga down, nigga fuck ya

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