Luyện nghe bài hát Pig Latin

Why do people fear what they 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 like Arabian cats,
act's will have you pigs squealin at last.
Wayne County Jail full of gas
got three quarters of your massed,
you're left with the sense of Touch like Tony.
out for delph, only tryin to help them self.
The majority of these boys in are phony,
crooked like Ides, instead of tryin to save lives
They pull me over about a seatbelt, we all know thats bullshit,
the fact is I suspicious, THATS IT!!
of kid to expose corruption,
like crop circles and abductions.
Park toy cop reproductions,
for power equals negative reprocussions.
Get rushed as if I was rushin no discussion,
try and me and catch a mild concussion.
taken all the stress I can,
peace America I'm movin off to foreign
where cops don't place in innocent hands.
cats just to meet a quota,
searchin' everyone with pants and Moterola's.
Thats why I'm wild with a
to catch 'em slippin they pull me over,
flip 'em the 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 this harassment

Sick of havin of black caskets (just because we rock our pants low)
(Sick of hopelessly watchin my man gettin his ass kicked, sick of being shit is drastic)
And our hats (These cops is like cancer)
A tumor on our ass (We answers)
For bad (And the use of police 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 they play, tellin you that you that you done somethin wrong.

Then they flash the badge in your face, and you even know whats goin' on.
They don't give you a reasons, orno clue as to what it is you've done.
(And the chief you reached for heat)
Cops be poppin' confiscated glocks with a sack of 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 crack in your to make it legal,
Illegally plant the confiscated gat by you in your Regal
and say you shot first, delete you from files its lethal.
Most of these is see through,
why we do what we do.
That's why we the truth about what police do,
son they'll you a ticket right before they beat you.
I'm glad the scares you, hit me mr.officer I dare you,
check the rearview, you'll see the camcorder, extended too.
You call for back-up, chew the rest of that crack up,
Yeah you shook now, and if you swing on me I'm about to back.
cause we got you on tape with that girl you and handcuffed.
The man ain't nothin but the klan, but not in white they rockin and black.
It's a proven fact cops is just white criminals,
they in Crown V's injectin neighborhoods with chemicals.
I'm tellin you, it all sense they killed the president,
sniped him out with one shot then lurked out all the evidence.
I'm speakin relevance, 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.
instead of constant and curfew's (COME ON).
Since did dreadlocks become probable cause,
totin' around a backpack breakin the law.
Son I'm fed up, so get up, stand up Bob told you
and learn some Tai Bo in they try to choke hold you.
I'm of all this everyday harassment

(Sick of hopelessly watchin my man gettin his ass kicked, of being called a black bastard)
of havin visions of black 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' down their (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 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 down their numbers) In our pocket planners