Luyện nghe bài hát I Got Pulled Over

There they go over
Aw man,
I get up off my ass
And go chase these muthafuckas
I hate fuckin' Mexicans

I'm gettin' caca from the blaca
The B.G. hooter always pull me
Take me out the rafla, sit me on the
And then 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 yo, I don't mean to brag
But I'd be in a Jag

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

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

Hey, that truck look familiar?
Yeah, that over there?
I think that belongs to that fat ah
That La Raza
go fuck with him

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

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

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

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

Like I said, one time gafflin'
I know they up to no good
Jackin' a nigga, I'm seen in the hood
But I best from a Benz to a Nova
To prevent them from pullin' me

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

The
Nigga, no sack the only sack is my nut sac
You got the MC Eight mixed up these other clockers
Get off the dick,

ALT, that's me, flex again
The hooter, they were to shoot another Mexican
So I learn, if I wanna burn
Then I pass up my exit, I'm afraid to turn

And if I don't, then that pig be vicious
'Cause every Hispanic at night is
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, I might get beat down
And I ain't goin' out by a clown in a brown
They ain't passin', no time for
Looked in my mirror, I seen red flashin'

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

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

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

Get your fuckin' ass over there on the
What's the bitch's
Hey man, call my old lady a bitch

All code 461
24 Boulevard
in custody