Luyện nghe bài hát Pig Latin

Why do people fear what they don't
and my hats rocked to the left, all these looks be gettin me stressed.
lookin' at me funny cause my pants swung low
It's time to that.
and get your head wrapped like Arabian cats,
terrorist will have you pigs squealin at last.
Wayne County Jail of noxious gas
got three of your senses massed,
left with only 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 tryin to save
They pull me over talkin about a seatbelt, we all know bullshit,
the fact is I look suspicious, IT!!
Type of kid to corruption,
like crop circles and abductions.
patrolling toy cop reproductions,
Hunger for equals negative reprocussions.
Get as if I was rushin 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 just to meet a quota,
searchin' everyone with pants and Moterola's.
Thats why I'm wild a camcorder
to 'em slippin when they pull me over,
flip 'em the bird I'm ghost in my Toyota.
Won't stop til this shit cease.
Until someone's to police the police.
I'm sick of all this everyday

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

they flash the badge in your face, and you don't even know whats goin' on.
They even give you a reasons, orno clue as to what it is you've done.
(And the chief you reached for heat)
Cops be confiscated glocks with a sack of rocks right under it,
You go for your registration, and then they put ass to sleep
the funny thing is, this funded by the government.
Yo they'll kill you and put the crack in your pocket to it legal,
Illegally plant the confiscated gat right by you in your
and say you shot first, delete you from files its lethal.
Most of these 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 better call for back-up, chew the of that crack up,
you shook now, and if you swing on me I'm about to fight back.
cause we got you on with that girl you raped and handcuffed.
The man nothin 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 Crown V's neighborhoods with chemicals.
I'm tellin you, it all makes sense they the president,
him out with 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 give us somethin to do,
cause the truth will the masses bug out, like Tim Leary.
of constant harassment and curfew's (COME ON).
Since when did dreadlocks 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 sick of all this everyday

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