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 they at where they at
So bring yo gat

{b.g.}
I'm runnin' from the they after me
I ain't goin' down try'na fix me with a
Try'na strap me in that
Runnin' and shakin' it I'm movin' the runnin' man
in my chest and amide in my fuckin' hand
B.g. on a run peepin' out a alias
Busters got me covered there's gangsters out that tenth
I caught two-o seven two fourteen and two
I'm gettin' blunted out with them in the fuckin' gate
I got on my all black steady up inferred
my black there's a fuckin' tec
Bitches talkin' shit off at the mouth
Some hoe just on my honeycoon hideout
Now I got to long police still rollin' free
Criminal at I'm thinkin' what the fuck to do
Boo-koo on the ramps I care if I die
I was setup say good-bye to the good guys
I think it's time for war they increased violence fuck the
out the alley with my gear bustin' at the police
I'm try'na hit 'em I'm leave they brains on the floor
They try'na play me like a hoe from the 5-8-0
But ain't no days like that I'm from
If want some bests believe them bitches got's to come get some
A nigga gettin' busy in the computer my is lifted
Fuck them blue terr wears and the fuckin' mission
On my dick try'na me down underground
Try'na blame me, try'na me they try'na get me
They won't quit they just won't
try'na stick me with some shit that I didn't commit
Fuck tha

{mr.
Ain't this a they try'na make a nigga jump up
Shoulder slug blast and a fuckin' cop up
Bout to hop in some hot shit ticker ticker!
Catch me, catch my black ass, but wanna try to strap my ass
The surveillance, the he say she say shit
Fuck said '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, up on what they doin' to me
the chronic, that shit to make yo pocket's fat and
If you plan to use yo gat, then we plan to run mud on them
piggy's, that mean I'm comin' out dead or alive comin' get me
Bitch don't tell me shit, ya need to wear yo vest
If I get a seeker I'm a knock yo badge of yo
Fuck the task, the f.b.i. and yes do yo sheriff
I'm called the courier that's the one to ya
Time to get a for the shit that I did
drop it, ya see ivan think you can fuck with me

{ms.
Now why the the police is on my block
sit me down, sayin' ya fuckin' sellin' rock's
But I the pussy ass bitches put it one me
'cause they couldn't find my stash nobody knows
I keep my in my pussy hole
'cause I'm a bitch so ya can't touch uh I miss and never
Touch in the wrong way and I ya in yo gut
stuckin' to fuckin' I take my nine and I pluck 'em
Snipin' ass nigga, to get over
One will and my weight over my shoulder
ass bitches always puttin' a nigga down
That's why I let them motherfuckers around
So check it, when we 'em
They take so long to uhh and
The damage is done uhh, so when we need 'em
Take so long to come, 'cause they diggy doggy man fuck the police

jack}
Project life, with the rat and the
me if ya ready when the danger approaches
Crack fiend's triple beam, like it's on the
Close yo eyes, forever may you in hell
Gettin' out the ghetto is a dream in most cases
Never had nothin' but momma always gave us
Lost queen, pain from a youngster
Shot six times in the by the dumpster
Be cautious ya step, but don't step 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 a livin', try'na have him lil' some some
Them white folk's as cop don't to see me as nothin'
But a got soul, with a mouth full of gold and
I don't give a fuck none of you hoes
Brangin' terror with no error to the mother po-pos
You that nigga the jiggy jiggy jack-o
comin' to the top with no motherfuckin' peace
Nigga peep game mother tha police

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