Luyện nghe bài hát Local 580

Chorus: {ms.
Fuck tha police, they so long to come
So nigga's grab yo gun, the police
So where they at they at
So nigga's yo gat

{b.g.}
I'm runnin' from the police after me
I ain't down try'na fix me with a case
Try'na strap me in that
Runnin' and it I'm movin' like the runnin' man
Tec's in my chest and amide in my fuckin'
B.g. on a run peepin' out a alias
Busters got me covered there's some gangsters out that
I two-o seven two fourteen and two await
I'm gettin' blunted out with them in the fuckin' gate
I got on my all black walkin' up inferred
Under my there's a fuckin' tec
talkin' shit runnin' off at the mouth
Some hoe just snitched on my hideout
Now I got to travel long police still rollin'
Criminal at fourteen I'm what the fuck to do
Boo-koo on the ramps I don't if I die
When I was say good-bye to the good guys
I it's time for war they increased violence fuck the peace
Comin' out the alley my gear bustin' at the police
I'm try'na hit 'em I'm try'na leave brains on the floor
They play me like a hoe from the local 5-8-0
But ain't no days like that I'm from
If they want some bests them bitches got's to come get some
A gettin' busy in the computer my name is lifted
Fuck them terr wears and the fuckin' second mission
On my try'na take me down underground
Try'na me, try'na frame me they try'na get me
They quit they just won't quick
They try'na stick me with shit that I didn't commit
tha police

{mr.
Ain't a bitch they try'na make a nigga jump up
Shoulder slug blast and kill a cop up
to hop in some hot shit that ticker ticker!
Catch me, catch my black ass, but they wanna try to my ass
The surveillance, from the he say she say
Fuck what'cha 'cause ya wind up a dead bitch
He pulled out the 'cause he crooked and wanna do me
But let's see a real player, keep up on they doin' to me
Pushin' the chronic, that shit to yo pocket's fat and
If you plan to use yo gat, then we plan to run mud on them
Lil' piggy's, that mean I'm comin' out or alive comin' get me
Bitch don't tell me shit, ya need to wear yo fuckin'
If I get a seeker I'm a knock yo of yo chest
Fuck the task, the f.b.i. and yes do yo sheriff
I'm called the that's the one to blow ya
to get a nickel for the shit that I did
Motherfucker drop it, ya see ivan think you can with me

{ms.
Now why the the police is on my block
Try'na sit me down, ya fuckin' sellin' rock's
But I the pussy ass bitches put it one me
'cause they couldn't find my stash 'cause knows
I keep my rock's in my pussy
'cause I'm a bitch so ya touch uh I miss and never muffer
Touch in the way and I stab ya in yo gut
Like to fuckin' I take my nine and I pluck 'em
ass nigga, like to get over
One will and have my over my shoulder
Stupid ass bitches always puttin' a nigga
why I never let them motherfuckers around
So it, when we need 'em
They so long to come uhh and
The damage is uhh, so when we need 'em they
Take so long to come, 'cause they diggy doggy dumb man the police

{black
life, with the rat and the roaches
Tell me if ya ready when the approaches
fiend's triple beam, like it's on the scale
Close yo eyes, forever may you in hell
Gettin' out the ghetto is only a dream in most
Never had nothin' but always gave us love
queen, from pain from a youngster
Shot six in the back by the dumpster
Be cautious when ya step, but don't to light
'cause the tec is in the ghetto in the at night
Some ass nigga's slangin' crack on the corner
All blacked up with the gangsta
Try'na make a livin', have him lil' some some
Them white as cop don't want to see me as nothin'
But a nigga got soul, with a mouth full of and
I don't give a fuck bout of you hoes
Brangin' terror with no to the mother fuckin' po-pos
You know that the jiggy jiggy jack-o
That's to the top with no motherfuckin' peace
Nigga peep mother fuck tha police

{lil'
Zero, zero, one one
Bitch ass trick ass, cop's yet to come
'cause uhh, deuce revolvers is my problem
shake yo ass now ya up like yo father
I to get away, I got's to get an disguise
The rat's his on my ass time to get the out of dodge
'cause I'm to known for stone's on my fuckin' block
These nigga's got these I get these fuckin' flipper rock's
Duckin' and and steady mobbin' but the law keep's callin'
they hear a nigga ballin' nigga I roll's quicker out the cut
The quicker to break 'em up, a nigga straight money struck
Bailin' from the north that's my thang
The motherfuckin' corn meal is the shit I
Been did it and done it fuck that done stunt'ed
I'm runnin' and gunnin' show them nigga's ain't funny