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 lookin' at me funny cause my swung low
It's time to that.
and get your head wrapped like Arabian cats,
terrorist act's will you pigs squealin at last.
Wayne County full of noxious gas
got three quarters of senses massed,
left 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 lives
They pull me over talkin about a seatbelt, we all thats bullshit,
the fact is I look suspicious, IT!!
of kid to expose corruption,
like crop circles and abductions.
patrolling toy cop reproductions,
Hunger for power equals reprocussions.
Get rushed as if I was with no discussion,
try and me and catch a mild concussion.
taken all the stress I can,
peace America I'm movin off to foreign
where cops don't place narcotics in hands.
Framin just to meet a quota,
searchin' with baggy pants and Moterola's.
why I'm wild with a camcorder
to catch 'em slippin they pull me over,
flip 'em the bird then I'm in my Toyota.
Won't stop writin til shit cease.
Until someone's there to the police.
I'm sick of all this harassment

Sick of havin visions of black caskets (just because we rock our 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 tumor on our ass (We 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 game that they play, tellin you that you that you done somethin wrong.

Then they flash the badge in your face, and you don't even know goin' on.
They don't give you a reasons, orno clue as to what it is you've done.
(And tell the chief you for heat)
Cops be poppin' confiscated glocks with a sack of rocks right it,
You go for your registration, and then they put your ass to
the funny is, this murders funded by the government.
Yo they'll kill you and put the crack in your to make it legal,
Illegally plant the confiscated gat by you in your Regal
and say you shot first, you from digital files its lethal.
Most of these is see through,
why we do what we do.
That's why we tell the truth what police do,
son issue you a ticket right before they beat you.
I'm the truth scares you, hit me mr.officer I dare you,
check the rearview, you'll see the camcorder, extended too.
You better 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 with that you raped and handcuffed.
The man ain't nothin but the klan, but not in they rockin blue and black.
It's a proven fact cops is just white 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 try to hear me
If you want kids off the streets give us to do,
cause the truth will make the bug out, like Tim Leary.
instead of constant and curfew's (COME ON).
Since when did dreadlocks probable cause,
totin' around a become breakin the law.
Son I'm fed up, so get up, stand up like Bob you
and learn some Tai Bo in case they try to hold you.
I'm sick of all this everyday

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