Luyện nghe bài hát I Got Pulled Over

There go over there
Aw man,
I get up off my ass
And go chase these cholo
I those fuckin' Mexicans

I'm always gettin' from the blaca
The B.G. hooter pull me over
me out the rafla, sit me on the curb
And they look me over

They ask about my beeper, I'm not a dealer
This is the Cherokee 4 wheeler if I was drugs
To all of the street thugs yo, I don't to brag
But I'd be in a Jag

I wouldn't be the East side lowridin'
I'd be in Hollywood or Venice Beach high
And all shit and I happen to play along
With your stupid skip but I'll just kick it

Yo, go ahead and write ticket
But hey yo, Mr. Officer, you where you can stick it
I say to myself, I let him do his thing
Or he might beat me down like he beat down Rodney King
I got over

Hey, don't that truck look
Yeah, Cherokee over there?
I think that belongs to that fat ah
That La Raza
go fuck with him

Hey buddy, hey
Alright, you
Get fuckin' fat ass out the car

12 o'clock, late at night, I grab my keys
Kid Frost put me up with a skeez so I roll a to go
On that late hype, who gives a fuck about five-o?
I'm knowin' that they're but fuck it

'Cause cop car's a goddamn bucket
Geah, I ain't shit, check the Eight
So they run a on my goddamn plates
So I hit the next corner slow
Low, it go

The same old routine of my car, black
Mistaken identity for that dope sack
And just because Compton's my
They want a nigga like E to stay way
But I done had with harrassin'

I said, one time still gafflin'
I they up to no damn good
Jackin' a nigga, cause I'm seen in the
But I best from a Benz to a Nova
To them from pullin' me over

Pull your ass over and get on the
Lock hands and feet you the routine, nigga
Yeah, nigga, you down Alondra like you own this muthafucka
the sack at, muthafucka, where the sack?

The
Nigga, ain't no sack the sack is my nut sac
You got the MC Eight mixed up with other clockers
Get off the dick,

ALT, me, I'ma flex again
The hooter, were dyin' to shoot another Mexican
So I learn, if I don't burn
Then I pass up my exit, 'cause I'm afraid to

And if I don't, then that pig be vicious
every Hispanic at night is suspicious
I'm thinkin' to my that I can hardly bare it
I heard, "Fuck the Police", but forgot about the sheriffs

And if I said it, then I might get beat
And I goin' out by a clown in a brown gown
They ain't passin', no for dashin'
Looked in my mirror, I seen red flashin'

He had his on his gun on his hip
And when he walked up, yo, that dumb fuck
He was pissed, he said that I gave him lip
So he me, now I'm in custody

He called my mother and he he'd knock me silly
But I felt the crack of his muthafuckin' billy club
Another night with a looking over my shoulder
Just because I got over

Hey,
Get your eatin' ass out of the car
What's your name?
I'm ALT but what the did I do?

Get your fuckin' ass there on the curb
the bitch's name?
Hey man, don't call my old lady a

All code 461
24 Hollywood
in custody