Luyện nghe bài hát Pig Latin

Why do people fear what don't know?
and my hats rocked to the left, all these dirty be gettin me stressed.
Constantly lookin' at me cause my pants swung low
time to dead that.
Testify and get your wrapped like Arabian cats,
terrorist act's have you pigs squealin at last.
Wayne County Jail full of gas
got three of your senses massed,
you're left with only the sense of like Tony.
they out for delph, only tryin to them self.
The majority of these boys in are phony,
crooked like Saint Ides, instead of tryin to lives
They pull me over talkin a seatbelt, we all know thats bullshit,
the fact is I suspicious, THATS IT!!
of kid to expose corruption,
like crop and alien abductions.
patrolling toy cop reproductions,
Hunger for power negative reprocussions.
Get rushed as if I was with no discussion,
try and cuff me and a mild concussion.
taken all the stress I can,
peace America I'm movin off to foreign
where don't place narcotics in innocent hands.
Framin just 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 then I'm ghost in my Toyota.
Won't stop writin til this cease.
Until someone's to police the police.
I'm sick of all everyday harassment

of havin visions of black caskets (just because we rock our pants low)
(Sick of hopelessly watchin my man his ass kicked, sick of being followed shit is drastic)
And our hats backwards (These cops is cancer)
A tumor on our ass (We answers)
For bad (And the use of police scanners)
So we down their numbers (In our pocket planners)
for the day we up (With Jim Shapiro) THE HAMMER!
They got this little game that they play, tellin you that you you done somethin wrong.

Then they flash the badge in your face, and you don't even know whats on.
They don't even give you a reasons, orno as to what it is you've done.
(And tell the you reached for heat)
be poppin' confiscated glocks with a sack of rocks right under it,
You go for your registration, and they put your ass to sleep
the funny thing is, this 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 from digital its lethal.
of these cops is see through,
that's why we do we do.
That's why we tell the about what police do,
son they'll you a ticket right before they beat you.
I'm the truth 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, chew the rest of crack 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 nothin 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 injectin neighborhoods chemicals.
I'm tellin you, it all makes they killed the president,
sniped him out with one shot then lurked out all the evidence.
I'm speakin relevance, ignorant won't try to hear me
If you want kids off the give us somethin to do,
cause the truth 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 some Tai Bo in case they try to choke hold you.
I'm sick of all everyday harassment

(Sick of hopelessly watchin my man gettin his ass kicked, of being called a black bastard)
Sick of havin visions of caskets (Just because we rock our pants low)
and our hats backwards (These is like cancer)
a tumor on our ass, (we answers)
So we jottin' down numbers (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 black caskets) Just because we rock our low
(I'm sick of all this harassment)
Sick of hopelessly my man gettin his ass kicked, sick of being 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 down their numbers) In our pocket planners