Luyện nghe bài hát Interlude

I wake up morning, kiss my wife goodbye
Hug my kids, tell em I em, my mouth, hit the fried
I'm out on patrol, in my car, do I lay
Where you never know, if be makin it home today
So many different attitudes, that I come
I'm to console tonight, feeling nobody's lost
hustlers killers and thieves, out on the streets
Got my warped, just found another corpse on the beat
gagged raped, I'm frustrated, I hate it
Found a woman in the dumpster, body was
Bad all up in my head, no lie
Sometimes I gotta take a so I can get by, why
Don't I get hurt, cause go my nerves, I got the urge
To this bullet in my brain, relieve my pain
What a fuckin shame, I don't live, I paint the wall
the bloodstains, eye of the pig, I see it all

The eye of the pig

DJ Muggs and scratches'This pig' from Pigs

I've been on the force, over years, I can say
I'm worse, than some of these motherfuckers I put away
I'm in the biggest gang you saw, above the law
Lookin the eye of the pig, I see it all
abusers, drug dealers and the gang-bangin
Pieces of who should be on the fuckin news hangin
These you can't tell who's-who in the world
Is that a whore, or is that, an young girl?
Fuck, I a drink, and I'm almost off
At the precinct, it's like an AA meeting all wrong
I.A. got an eye, on my close guy
For takin a supply from evidence from a on a buy
That doesn't me, we never rat on each other
We went through the academy, just like brothers
Midnight, I only have an left on my shift
Think I'll get my dick by this basshead bitch
My marriage is all FUCKED, my wife is the neighbors
Subpeonaed, now I gotta these fuckin divorce papers
I recall, times, before the fall
into the eye of the pig, I see it all

Now I'm on my way, to the station to check out
So I can go home, relax, a drink and think about
My abrupt change, out of the clean, to the
into the eye of the pig, I'm all fucked
No longer can I determine, who's the
From the innocent man down, to the
No one a fuck about me, I'm slippin
darkness, I'm comin to grips and feelin heartless
Watch this, a dark green truck, tinted
modified, probably a dope dealer inside
"Pull it over to the curb, your keys out "
And raise hands out the window and get em in high position
Don't move, or I'm gonna your fuckin head off
Just tell me where the guns and are and you'll get off
Don't give me that bullshit, I've about your raps
All you talkin about is and shootin off the scraps
OK, Mr. Freeload, get the out of the truck
I it how all you fuckin rappers think it's so funny
Hit the FUCKIN floor, I need no probable
You got a big sack of coke in your truck (what?) so a pause
You find it funny? Get that smile off your
Motherfucker take