Luyện nghe bài hát Gee, Officer Krupkee

Salt-n-pepa, eye, etc.
(appears on the songs of side story)

me mr. officer
You think we're bad,
You clean up the streets, huh?
Well you put society in handcuffs
Ha ha, you got a job

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I'm talkin' 'bout west story
before my time
Police sweat me like the & the jets
Because I do what I
So they hit me
If you let me
explain the game
Clear my
And show you ain't a damn thing
So don't the way that I ball hey
This broadway
We it the hard way

Dear kindly sergeant
You gotta
It's just our bringin'
That gets us out of
Our mothers all are
Our all are drunks
Golly moses, naturally we're

Gee, officer
We're upset
We had the love
That child oughta get
We ain't no
misunderstood
Deep inside us there is good

is good!

There is good, there is
There is good
Like inside, the of us is good

You see, officer
You gotta have compassion
You know, you harrassin' me
But what you don't is
I come from a broken
My momma care about me
My daddy care about me
And you gettin' on my case
It ain't me
It's

Dear kindly judge, honour
My parents me rough
With all marijuana
They won't give me a
didn't wanna have me
But I was had
Leapin' lizards, why I'm so bad

Right! officer
You're really a
This boy don't a judge
He needs an analyst's
It's his neurosis
That be curbed
He's psychologically

disturbed!

We're disturbed, disturbed
We're the most
Like psychologically disturbed

We out of our minds you what I'm sayin'
Yeah, because we got
Deep down
I ain't got no analystic junk
And sit down on the
find out why I'm disturbed
I know why I'm
And you know
I care
'cause it's just like
And that's how it is
You know what I'm
the way it is

Father is a
My an s-o-b
My always plastered
My gramma tea
My sister wears a
My brother wears a
gracious, that's why I'm a mess

Officer you're really a slob
This boy need a doctor
Just a good job
Society played him a terrible
And socialogically sick

We are sick!

We are sick, we are
We are sick sick
Like we're sick

In other
This is what happens when marry
We are pendejo heads,
Hey we're like forrest gump's

Dear kindly social
They say go a buck
be a soda jerker
Which means like be a
not I'm antisocial
I'm antiwork
Glory osky, now that's why I'm a
krupkee ya done it again
This boy don't a doc
He a year in the pen
It ain't just a of misunderstood
Deep down inside, he ain't no damn

I'm no good!

We're no good, we're no
We're no good
the best of us is no damn good

The trouble is he's
The trouble is he
The problem is he's
The is he stinks
The trouble is growin'
The trouble is grown
Krupkee we've got of our own

Gee, krupkee
We're on our knees
no one wants a fella
With a social
Gee, officer
are we to do
Gee, officer
you!