Luyện nghe bài hát Pig Latin

Why do people fear what don't know?
and my rocked to the left, all these dirty looks be gettin me stressed.
Constantly lookin' at me cause my pants swung low
time to dead that.
Testify and get your head wrapped like cats,
terrorist act's will have you pigs at last.
Wayne County full of noxious gas
got three quarters of senses massed,
left with only the sense of Touch like Tony.
they out for delph, only tryin to help self.
The majority of boys in blue are phony,
crooked like Saint Ides, instead of tryin to save
They pull me over talkin about a seatbelt, we all thats bullshit,
the is I look suspicious, THATS IT!!
Type of kid to corruption,
like circles and alien abductions.
patrolling toy cop reproductions,
Hunger for power negative reprocussions.
Get rushed as if I was rushin no discussion,
try and cuff me and catch a concussion.
taken all the stress I can,
peace America I'm movin off to lands
where cops place narcotics in innocent hands.
Framin cats to meet a quota,
everyone with baggy pants and Moterola's.
Thats why I'm wild with a
to catch 'em slippin when they me over,
flip 'em the bird I'm ghost in my Toyota.
stop writin til this shit cease.
Until there to police the police.
I'm of all this everyday harassment

Sick of havin visions of black caskets (just because we rock our low)
(Sick of hopelessly watchin my man his ass kicked, sick of being 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 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.

Then they flash the badge in your face, and you don't even whats goin' on.
They don't even give you a reasons, orno clue as to what it is done.
(And tell the you reached for heat)
Cops be poppin' confiscated with a sack of rocks right under it,
You go for your registration, and they put your ass to sleep
the funny 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 your
and say you shot first, delete you 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 issue you a ticket right they beat you.
I'm glad the truth scares you, hit me mr.officer I you,
check the rearview, see the camcorder, extended lens too.
You better call for back-up, chew the rest of that up,
Yeah you shook now, and if you on me I'm about to fight back.
cause we got you on tape that girl you raped and handcuffed.
The man ain't but the klan, but not in white they rockin blue and black.
a proven fact cops is just white collared criminals,
they ride in Crown V's neighborhoods with chemicals.
I'm tellin you, it all makes 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 kids off the give us somethin to do,
cause the truth will make the masses bug out, Tim Leary.
instead of constant harassment and (COME ON).
Since when did become probable cause,
around a backpack become breakin the law.
Son I'm fed up, so get up, stand up Bob told you
and learn Tai Bo in case they try to choke hold you.
I'm sick of all this everyday

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