Luyện nghe bài hát Pig Latin

Why do people fear what don't know?
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 like Arabian cats,
terrorist act's will have you squealin at last.
Wayne County Jail of noxious gas
got three of your senses massed,
you're left with the sense of Touch like Tony.
out for delph, only tryin to help them self.
The of these boys in blue are phony,
crooked Saint Ides, instead of tryin to save lives
They me over talkin about a seatbelt, we all know thats bullshit,
the fact is I look suspicious, IT!!
Type of kid to corruption,
like crop circles and 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 I'm movin off to foreign lands
where cops don't place narcotics in hands.
cats just to meet a quota,
searchin' everyone with baggy and Moterola's.
Thats why I'm wild with a
to 'em slippin when they pull me over,
flip 'em the then I'm ghost in my Toyota.
stop writin til this shit cease.
Until someone's to police the police.
I'm sick of all 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 being shit is drastic)
And our hats backwards (These cops is cancer)
A on our ass (We want answers)
For bad manners (And the use of scanners)
So we jottin 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 that you somethin wrong.

Then they flash the badge in your face, and you even know whats goin' on.
They don't even you a reasons, orno clue as to what it is you've done.
(And the chief you reached for heat)
Cops be poppin' glocks with a sack of rocks right under it,
You go for your registration, and then they put 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 plant the confiscated gat right by you in your
and say you first, delete you from digital files its lethal.
Most of these is see through,
that's why we do we do.
That's why we tell the truth about what do,
son they'll issue you a ticket right before 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,
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 ain't nothin but the klan, but not in white they blue and black.
It's a fact cops is just white collared criminals,
ride in Crown V's injectin neighborhoods with chemicals.
I'm tellin you, it all makes sense they 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 give us somethin to do,
cause the truth will make the bug out, like Tim Leary.
instead of constant harassment and (COME ON).
Since when did dreadlocks become cause,
around a backpack become breakin 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 this harassment

(Sick of hopelessly watchin my man his ass kicked, sick of being called a black bastard)
Sick of havin visions of black caskets (Just because we rock our low)
and our hats backwards (These cops is cancer)
a on our ass, (we want answers)
So we jottin' their 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 of black caskets) Just because we rock our pants low
(I'm sick of all this harassment)
of hopelessly watchin my man gettin his ass kicked, sick of being followed shit is drastic
(And our hats backwards) These cops is like
(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