Luyện nghe bài hát Pig Latin

Why do people fear what they don't
and my hats rocked to the left, all dirty looks be gettin me stressed.
Constantly lookin' at me cause my pants swung low
It's to dead that.
Testify and get your head wrapped Arabian cats,
terrorist act's have you pigs squealin at last.
Wayne County full of noxious gas
got three quarters of senses massed,
you're with only the sense of Touch like Tony.
they out for delph, only to help them self.
The majority of these boys in 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 suspicious, THATS IT!!
of kid to expose 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.
I've taken all the I can,
peace America I'm movin off to foreign
where cops don't place in innocent hands.
Framin cats to meet a quota,
searchin' everyone baggy pants and Moterola's.
Thats why I'm wild with a
to catch 'em slippin when pull me over,
flip 'em the then I'm ghost in my Toyota.
Won't stop writin til shit cease.
someone's there to police the police.
I'm sick of all everyday harassment

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

Then they flash the badge in face, and you don't even know whats goin' on.
They don't even give you a reasons, orno clue as to what it is done.
(And tell the chief you for heat)
Cops be poppin' confiscated glocks with a sack of rocks under it,
You go for registration, and then they put your ass to sleep
the funny thing is, murders funded by the government.
Yo they'll 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 shot first, delete you from digital its lethal.
Most of these is see through,
why we do what we do.
That's why we tell the truth about what do,
son issue you a ticket right before 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 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 with that girl you raped and handcuffed.
The man ain't nothin but the klan, but not in white they rockin 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 sense killed the president,
sniped him out with one shot then 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.
instead of harassment and curfew's (COME ON).
Since when did dreadlocks become cause,
totin' around a become breakin the law.
Son I'm fed up, so get up, up like Bob told you
and learn some Tai Bo in case try to choke hold you.
I'm sick of all this harassment

(Sick of hopelessly watchin my man gettin his ass kicked, of being called a black bastard)
Sick of visions of black caskets (Just because we rock our pants low)
and our hats backwards (These cops is cancer)
a on our ass, (we want answers)
So we jottin' down their (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 everyday harassment)
Sick of hopelessly watchin my man gettin his ass kicked, sick of being followed shit is
(And our backwards) These cops 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 scanners
(So we jottin down numbers) In our pocket planners