Luyện nghe bài hát Pig Latin

Why do fear what they don't know?
and my hats rocked to the left, all these dirty be gettin me stressed.
Constantly at me funny cause my pants swung low
It's time to that.
and get your head wrapped like Arabian cats,
terrorist act's will have you squealin at last.
Wayne County Jail of noxious gas
got quarters of your senses massed,
you're with only the sense of Touch like Tony.
they out for delph, tryin to help them self.
The majority of boys in blue are phony,
crooked like Saint Ides, instead of tryin to save
They me over talkin about a seatbelt, we all know thats bullshit,
the fact is I look suspicious, IT!!
of kid to expose corruption,
like crop and alien abductions.
Park toy cop reproductions,
Hunger for equals negative reprocussions.
Get as if I was rushin with no discussion,
try and cuff me and a mild concussion.
I've taken all the I can,
peace I'm movin off to foreign lands
where don't 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.
Won't stop writin til shit cease.
someone's there to police the police.
I'm of all this everyday harassment

Sick of visions of black 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 cops is cancer)
A tumor on our ass (We answers)
For bad (And the use of police scanners)
So we jottin down their numbers (In our planners)
for the day we up (With Jim Shapiro) THE HAMMER!
They got this little game that they play, tellin you you that you done somethin wrong.

Then they flash the badge in your face, and you don't even know goin' on.
They even 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 a sack of rocks right under it,
You go for your registration, and then they put ass to sleep
the funny thing is, this murders by the government.
Yo kill you and put the crack in your pocket to make it legal,
Illegally plant the confiscated gat 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 the truth about what police do,
son they'll issue you a ticket right 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 call for back-up, chew the rest of that crack up,
you shook now, and if you swing 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.
It's a fact cops is just white collared criminals,
they ride in V's injectin neighborhoods with chemicals.
I'm tellin you, it all makes sense they the president,
sniped him out with one shot then out with all the evidence.
I'm relevance, ignorant heads won't try to hear me
If you kids off the streets give us somethin to do,
cause the will make the masses bug out, like Tim Leary.
instead of constant and curfew's (COME ON).
when 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 case they try to choke you.
I'm sick of all this harassment

(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 (These cops is like cancer)
a on our ass, (we want 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 visions of black caskets) Just because we rock our pants low
(I'm sick of all this harassment)
Sick of watchin my man gettin 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 the day we meet up) With Jim THE HAMMER!(For bad manners) And the use of police scanners
(So we jottin down their numbers) In our pocket