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 time to that.
and get your head wrapped like Arabian cats,
terrorist act's will you pigs squealin at last.
County Jail full of noxious gas
got three quarters of senses massed,
left with only the sense of Touch like Tony.
they out for delph, only to help them self.
The of these boys in blue are phony,
crooked like Saint Ides, instead of tryin to lives
They pull me over about a seatbelt, we all know thats bullshit,
the is I look suspicious, THATS 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 me and catch a mild concussion.
taken all the stress I can,
peace America I'm movin off to foreign
where cops place narcotics in innocent hands.
cats just to meet a quota,
searchin' with baggy pants and Moterola's.
Thats why I'm wild a camcorder
to catch 'em slippin when pull me over,
flip 'em the then I'm ghost in my Toyota.
Won't writin til this shit cease.
someone's there to police the police.
I'm sick of all everyday harassment

Sick of havin visions of black caskets (just because we rock our low)
(Sick of hopelessly watchin my man gettin his ass kicked, sick of being shit is drastic)
And our backwards (These cops is like cancer)
A on our ass (We want answers)
For bad (And the use of police 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 play, tellin you that you that you done somethin wrong.

Then they flash the badge in your face, and you don't even know whats on.
They don't even give you a reasons, orno as to what it is you've done.
(And the chief you reached for heat)
Cops be poppin' confiscated glocks with a sack of rocks under it,
You go for your registration, and they put your ass to sleep
the thing 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 gat right by you in your Regal
and say you shot first, you from 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 what 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 call for back-up, chew the rest of that crack up,
Yeah you shook now, and if you swing on me I'm about to 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 proven fact cops is just collared criminals,
they ride in V's injectin neighborhoods with chemicals.
I'm you, it all makes sense they killed the president,
sniped him out with one shot then lurked out all the evidence.
I'm speakin relevance, ignorant heads 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,
totin' around a backpack breakin the law.
Son I'm fed up, so get up, stand up like Bob you
and learn Tai Bo in case they try to choke hold you.
I'm of all this everyday harassment

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