Luyện nghe bài hát Pig Latin

Why do people fear they don't know?
and my rocked to the left, all these dirty looks be gettin me stressed.
Constantly lookin' at me funny cause my pants low
It's time to that.
Testify and get your head wrapped like cats,
terrorist act's have you pigs squealin at last.
Wayne County full of noxious gas
got quarters of your senses massed,
you're left with the sense of Touch like Tony.
they out for delph, tryin to help them self.
The of these boys in blue are phony,
crooked like Saint Ides, instead of to save lives
They pull me over talkin about a seatbelt, we all know bullshit,
the fact is I suspicious, THATS IT!!
of kid to expose corruption,
like circles and alien abductions.
Park toy cop reproductions,
Hunger for power equals reprocussions.
Get rushed as if I was with no discussion,
try and cuff me and a mild concussion.
I've taken all the I can,
peace I'm movin off to foreign lands
where cops don't narcotics in innocent hands.
Framin cats to meet a quota,
searchin' everyone with pants and Moterola's.
Thats why I'm wild with a
to 'em slippin when they pull me over,
flip 'em the bird then I'm in my Toyota.
Won't stop writin til this cease.
Until someone's there to the police.
I'm sick of all this harassment

Sick of havin visions of black caskets (just we rock our pants low)
(Sick of hopelessly my man gettin his ass kicked, sick of being followed shit is drastic)
And our backwards (These cops is like cancer)
A tumor on our ass (We answers)
For bad (And the use of police scanners)
So we jottin down numbers (In our pocket planners)
for the day we up (With Jim Shapiro) THE HAMMER!
got this little game that they play, tellin you that you that you done somethin wrong.

Then they flash the badge in face, and you don't even know whats goin' on.
They don't even give you a reasons, orno as to what it is you've done.
(And tell the chief you for heat)
Cops be poppin' confiscated glocks with a sack of rocks under it,
You go for your registration, and then put your ass to sleep
the thing is, this murders funded by the government.
Yo they'll kill you and put the crack in pocket to make it legal,
Illegally the confiscated gat right by you in your Regal
and say you shot first, you from digital files its lethal.
of these cops is see through,
that's why we do we do.
That's why we tell the truth about police do,
son they'll you a ticket right before they beat you.
I'm glad the truth you, hit me mr.officer I dare you,
the rearview, you'll see the camcorder, extended lens too.
You better call for back-up, the rest of that crack up,
you shook now, and if you swing on me I'm about to fight back.
cause we got you on tape that girl you raped and handcuffed.
The man ain't nothin but the klan, but not in white rockin blue and black.
It's a proven fact cops is just white criminals,
they ride in V's injectin neighborhoods with chemicals.
I'm tellin you, it all makes sense killed the president,
sniped him out one shot then lurked out with all the evidence.
I'm speakin relevance, ignorant heads won't try to me
If you want kids off the streets us somethin to do,
cause the truth will make the masses bug out, Tim Leary.
instead of constant and curfew's (COME ON).
when did dreadlocks become probable cause,
totin' around a backpack breakin the law.
Son I'm fed up, so get up, stand up like Bob you
and learn some Tai Bo in case try to choke hold you.
I'm of all this everyday harassment

(Sick of hopelessly watchin my man gettin his ass kicked, sick of being called a bastard)
Sick of havin visions of black caskets (Just we rock our pants low)
and our hats backwards (These cops is cancer)
a on our ass, (we want answers)
So we down their numbers (in our pocket planners)
For the day we up (with Jim Shapiro) THE HAMMER!
for bad manners (and the use of scanners)
(Sick of havin visions of black caskets) Just because we rock our low
(I'm of all this everyday harassment)
Sick of hopelessly watchin my man gettin his ass kicked, sick of followed shit is drastic
(And our backwards) These cops is like cancer
(A on our ass) We want answers
(for the day we meet up) With Jim Shapiro THE HAMMER!(For bad manners) And the use of scanners
(So we jottin their numbers) In our pocket planners