Luyện nghe bài hát Pig Latin

Why do people fear what they know?
and my hats rocked to the left, all dirty looks be gettin me stressed.
lookin' at me funny cause my pants swung low
It's time to that.
Testify and get your wrapped like Arabian cats,
terrorist act's will you pigs squealin at last.
Wayne County Jail full of gas
got three quarters of senses massed,
you're left only the sense of Touch like Tony.
they out for delph, tryin to help them self.
The majority of boys in blue are phony,
crooked like Saint Ides, instead of to save lives
pull me over talkin about a seatbelt, we all know thats bullshit,
the fact is I look suspicious, IT!!
Type of kid to corruption,
like circles and alien abductions.
patrolling toy cop reproductions,
Hunger for power equals reprocussions.
Get as if I was rushin with no discussion,
try and cuff me and catch a concussion.
I've all the stress 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' with baggy pants and Moterola's.
Thats why I'm wild a camcorder
to catch 'em slippin when pull me over,
'em the bird then I'm ghost in my Toyota.
Won't stop writin til this cease.
Until someone's there to the police.
I'm sick of all everyday harassment

Sick of havin visions of black caskets (just because we rock our low)
(Sick of hopelessly watchin my man gettin his ass kicked, sick of being followed is drastic)
And our hats backwards (These cops is cancer)
A on our ass (We want answers)
For bad manners (And the use of scanners)
So we down their numbers (In our pocket planners)
for the day we up (With Jim Shapiro) THE HAMMER!
They got this little 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 tell the 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 your ass to
the funny thing is, murders funded by the government.
Yo they'll kill you and put the in your pocket to make it legal,
Illegally plant the gat right by you in your Regal
and say you shot first, delete you digital files its lethal.
Most of cops is see through,
why we do what we do.
That's why we tell the truth what police do,
son they'll issue you a right before 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 for back-up, chew the rest of that crack up,
Yeah you now, and if you swing on me I'm about to fight back.
cause we got you on tape with that girl you and handcuffed.
The man ain't but the klan, but not in white they rockin blue and black.
It's a fact cops is just white collared criminals,
they ride in Crown V's injectin neighborhoods chemicals.
I'm you, it all makes sense they killed the president,
sniped him out one shot then lurked out with all the evidence.
I'm speakin relevance, heads won't try to hear me
If you want off the streets give us somethin to do,
cause the truth will make the bug out, like Tim Leary.
of constant 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, up like Bob told you
and some Tai Bo in case they 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 visions of caskets (Just because we rock our pants low)
and our backwards (These cops is like cancer)
a on our ass, (we want 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 caskets) Just because we rock our pants low
(I'm sick of all this 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 tumor on our ass) We answers
(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