Luyện nghe bài hát I Got Pulled Over

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

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

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

I wouldn't be hittin' the East side
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 kick it

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

Hey, don't that truck familiar?
Yeah, that Cherokee over
I that belongs to that fat fuck ah
La Raza muthafucka
Let's go 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 a skeez so I roll a blunt to go
On late night hype, who gives a fuck about five-o?
I'm knowin' that schemin' but fuck it

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

The same old because of my car, black
Mistaken identity for slingin' dope sack
And just because my playground
They want a nigga E to stay way down
But I had enough with harrassin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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