Luyện nghe bài hát Pig Latin

Why do people what they don't know?
and my hats to the left, all these dirty looks be gettin me stressed.
Constantly lookin' at me funny my pants swung low
It's time to that.
Testify and get head wrapped like Arabian cats,
terrorist act's will have you squealin at last.
Wayne County Jail full of gas
got three quarters of your massed,
you're left only the sense of Touch like Tony.
they out for delph, only to help them self.
The majority of these in blue are phony,
crooked like Saint Ides, instead of to save lives
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,
for power 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 America I'm 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 a camcorder
to catch 'em slippin when pull me over,
'em the bird then I'm ghost in my Toyota.
Won't stop writin til this cease.
Until there to police the police.
I'm sick of all this harassment

Sick of havin of black caskets (just because we rock our pants low)
(Sick of hopelessly watchin my man gettin his ass kicked, sick of being 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 numbers (In our 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 flash the badge in your face, and you don't even know whats goin' 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)
Cops be confiscated glocks with a sack of rocks right under it,
You go for registration, and then 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 confiscated gat right by you in your
and say you shot first, delete you 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 ticket right before they you.
I'm glad the truth you, hit me mr.officer I dare you,
check the rearview, see the camcorder, extended lens too.
You better call for back-up, chew the of that crack up,
Yeah you shook now, and if you on me I'm about to fight back.
cause we got you on tape with 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 Crown V's injectin with chemicals.
I'm tellin you, it all sense they killed the president,
sniped him out with one shot then lurked out 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 will 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 become the law.
Son I'm fed up, so get up, up like Bob told you
and learn some Tai Bo in they try to choke hold you.
I'm sick of all everyday harassment

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