Luyện nghe bài hát Pig Latin

Why do people fear what they know?
and my hats rocked to the left, all these dirty be gettin me stressed.
Constantly lookin' at me cause my pants swung low
It's time to that.
Testify and get your wrapped like Arabian cats,
terrorist act's will have you squealin at last.
Wayne County Jail of noxious gas
got three quarters of your massed,
you're with only the sense of Touch like Tony.
they out for delph, only tryin to them self.
The majority of these boys in are phony,
crooked Saint Ides, instead of tryin to save lives
They pull me over about a seatbelt, we all know thats bullshit,
the is I look suspicious, THATS IT!!
of kid to expose 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 America I'm movin off to lands
where cops don't place narcotics in hands.
Framin cats to meet a quota,
everyone with baggy 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.
stop writin til this shit cease.
Until someone's there to the police.
I'm sick of all this 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!
got this little game that they play, tellin you that you that you done somethin wrong.

Then flash the badge in your face, and you don't even know whats goin' on.
They don't even 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 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 the confiscated gat right by you in your Regal
and say you first, delete you from digital files its lethal.
of these cops is see through,
that's why we do we do.
That's why we tell the truth about 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, extended 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 rockin blue and black.
It's a proven fact is just white collared criminals,
they ride in V's injectin neighborhoods with chemicals.
I'm tellin you, it all makes sense 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 streets give us to do,
cause the truth make the masses bug out, like Tim Leary.
instead of constant and curfew's (COME ON).
Since when did dreadlocks probable cause,
totin' around a become 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 of all this everyday harassment

(Sick of hopelessly watchin my man gettin his ass kicked, sick of being a black bastard)
Sick of visions 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' down their (in our pocket planners)
For the day we up (with Jim Shapiro) THE HAMMER!
for bad (and the use of police scanners)
(Sick of havin visions of 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) These is like cancer
(A tumor on our ass) We want
(for the day we meet up) With Jim Shapiro THE HAMMER!(For bad manners) And the use of police
(So we down their numbers) In our pocket planners