Luyện nghe bài hát Pig Latin

Why do fear what they don't know?
and my hats to the left, all these dirty looks be gettin me stressed.
lookin' at me funny cause my pants swung low
It's to dead that.
Testify and get your head wrapped Arabian cats,
terrorist act's will have you squealin at last.
Wayne County Jail full of gas
got three quarters of senses massed,
you're left with only the of Touch like Tony.
out for delph, only tryin to help them self.
The majority of these boys in 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 crop circles and abductions.
Park toy cop reproductions,
Hunger for power negative reprocussions.
Get as if I was rushin with no discussion,
try and cuff me and a mild concussion.
I've all the stress I can,
peace America I'm movin off to foreign
where cops don't place in innocent hands.
Framin cats just to a quota,
searchin' everyone baggy pants and Moterola's.
Thats why I'm wild with a
to catch 'em slippin when they me over,
'em the bird then I'm ghost in my Toyota.
Won't writin til this shit cease.
Until someone's to police the police.
I'm of all this everyday harassment

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

Then they flash the in your face, and you don't even know whats goin' on.
don't even give you a reasons, orno clue as to what it is you've done.
(And the chief you reached for heat)
be poppin' confiscated glocks with a sack of rocks right under it,
You go for your registration, and then they put ass to sleep
the thing is, this murders funded by the government.
Yo they'll kill you and put the in your pocket to make it legal,
Illegally plant the confiscated gat right by you in 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 what police do,
son they'll issue you a ticket right they beat you.
I'm glad the truth scares you, hit me mr.officer I you,
check the rearview, you'll see the camcorder, lens too.
You call for back-up, chew the rest of that crack up,
Yeah you shook now, and if you on me I'm about to fight back.
cause we got you on tape with that you raped and handcuffed.
The man ain't but the klan, but not in white they 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 relevance, ignorant heads won't try to hear me
If you want kids off the streets give us to do,
the truth will make the masses bug out, like Tim Leary.
instead of harassment and curfew's (COME ON).
Since when did dreadlocks become cause,
totin' around a backpack breakin the law.
Son I'm fed up, so get up, stand up Bob told you
and some Tai Bo in case they 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 a black bastard)
Sick of visions of black caskets (Just because we rock our pants low)
and our hats (These cops is like cancer)
a on our ass, (we want answers)
So we jottin' down their numbers (in our planners)
For the day we up (with Jim Shapiro) THE HAMMER!
for bad manners (and the use of scanners)
(Sick of visions of black caskets) Just because we rock our pants low
(I'm sick of all everyday harassment)
Sick of hopelessly watchin my man gettin his ass kicked, sick of being shit is drastic
(And our backwards) These cops is like cancer
(A tumor on our ass) We want
(for the day we meet up) Jim Shapiro THE HAMMER!(For bad manners) And the use of police scanners
(So we jottin their numbers) In our pocket planners