Luyện nghe bài hát One Time Gaffled 'Em Up

(Chorus: by DJ Unknown)
of the mother fucking jackin
Boys that be
of the motherfucking jackin
Police, wanna front; wanna

On a day at the spot the homies be chillin
Gossiping the latest Compton killin
Brothers is deep, and no time to
The Boys on the tip, and trying to creep
Had a G-ride, so I that we punch it
Grover was driving, and doing a hundred
Hit a corner on the plata. the spot
Seen the P.D. lights. the spot was hot
Ed Dog was cuffin'. in the back
Chiste and Rock jacked for selling that crack
E, man, hit the fence. out, "See you later!"
Shark then pulled out the big blue
Dookie and Boo know what to do
Jumped in the car with D.T, CMW
Hit a U around the corner. Did it I wonder
C.P.D. on my ass, and burnin' rubber
Didn't to be like Brother and Fly: locked up
So I downed the Bird that was in my cup
the G-ride, and I started to bail
'Cause my trip was to home, not the Jail
swooped. By the time the Boys was near me
Go Go fled 'cause the was kind of leary
I wasn't shit, 'cause they had nothing on me
Bam looked bag. They named. Now his Pony
They out the pager. Said, "How much did it cost?
By the way MC Eiht, the dope you toss?"
(Eight): "Me dope? Um sir. I'm a rap singer
go down like the Compton gang banger."
They ran a warrant check. I must have had good
But the homie who ran.
One Time him up

(Chorus 3x: by DJ Unknown)
Get ass in the car.
Ho it now.
still boy. No need for static.

Get ass in the car.
You're with us!

(Verse 2):
Had a to do on a Thursday night
Me, Chill, Slip, and Tom rolling in Big
Loaded as fuck, "The Cactus."
I hope the Stoney don't try to jack us
Gas was loaded, and so was the E
Kind of of the sack of the good E.T.
Chill was bustin' about the good ol' days
Switching to another about how he get paid
Just then the Boys came the truck
Tom out and said, "What the fuck?!?!"
A motor cycle cop riding on the tip
Had to his ass once. N' said, "This ain't no C.H.I.P.S!"
Homie had a for a D.U.I.
And in my pocket was a fat sack of Thai
Damn! (damn)
Now it's time to get
Starey Clown caught em
And they was fixing to us
Dumb Dumb walked up and started asking for
They he peeped me out and asked what's the I claim
The fact that I'm black is the reason you me
I've got to gang 'cause of the hat and khaki's
If I was in the hood, the wouldn't have found me
He said, "Shut the fuck up you're headed for the County!"
He was already late. The fools had nerves
To have us contest on the edge of the curb
Twas showt, that showt. What can I say?
"Keep on talking. Go ahead. my day
He started to acting tough n' Chill he was bluffin
But in a or two, the Boys started the cuffin
Bud in our pockets. Brew in our
No time for explanations. One gaffled us up

(Chorus 3x: by DJ Unknown)
Get ass in the car.
Ho it now.
For For what?
I guilty!

Get ass in the car.
You're with us!