Luyện nghe bài hát Local 580

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

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

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

{ms.
Now why the fuck the is on my block
Try'na sit me down, sayin' ya sellin' rock's
But I know the pussy ass put it one me
'cause they couldn't find my stash 'cause knows
I keep my rock's in my pussy
I'm a bitch so ya can't touch uh I miss and never muffer
Touch in the wrong way and I ya in yo gut
Like stuckin' to 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 never let them 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

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

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