Luyện nghe bài hát Pig Latin

Why do people what they don't know?
and my hats rocked to the left, all these dirty looks be me stressed.
Constantly at me funny cause my pants swung low
It's time to that.
Testify and get your head wrapped like cats,
terrorist will have you pigs squealin at last.
Wayne County Jail 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 majority of these in blue are phony,
like Saint Ides, instead of tryin to save lives
They pull me over talkin about a seatbelt, we all thats bullshit,
the is I look suspicious, THATS IT!!
of kid to expose 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 me and catch a mild concussion.
taken all the stress I can,
peace I'm movin off to foreign lands
where cops don't place in innocent hands.
cats just to meet a quota,
searchin' with baggy pants and Moterola's.
Thats why I'm with 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 there to police the police.
I'm sick of all everyday harassment

Sick of havin visions of caskets (just because we rock our pants low)
(Sick of hopelessly watchin my man gettin his ass kicked, sick of followed shit is drastic)
And our hats backwards (These is like cancer)
A tumor on our ass (We 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 game that they play, tellin you that you that you done somethin wrong.

Then they flash the badge in your face, and you don't even know goin' on.
They don't even give you a reasons, orno as to what it is you've done.
(And the chief you reached for heat)
Cops be poppin' glocks with a sack of rocks right under it,
You go for registration, and then they 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 plant the confiscated gat right by you in your
and say you shot first, you from digital files its lethal.
Most of cops is see through,
that's why we do we do.
why we tell 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,
the rearview, you'll see the camcorder, extended lens too.
You better call for back-up, 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 fact cops is just white collared criminals,
they ride in Crown V's injectin neighborhoods chemicals.
I'm tellin you, it all makes they killed the president,
sniped him out with one then lurked out with all the evidence.
I'm speakin relevance, ignorant heads won't try to me
If you kids off the streets give us somethin to do,
cause the will make the masses 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 learn some Tai Bo in they try to choke hold you.
I'm of all this everyday harassment

(Sick of watchin my man gettin his ass kicked, sick of being called a black bastard)
Sick of havin visions of black (Just because we rock our pants low)
and our hats backwards (These cops is cancer)
a tumor on our ass, (we 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 havin visions of black caskets) Just because we our pants low
(I'm sick of all everyday harassment)
of hopelessly watchin my man gettin his ass kicked, sick of being followed shit is drastic
(And our hats backwards) 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 down numbers) In our pocket planners