Luyện nghe bài hát Pig Latin

Why do people fear what they know?
and my hats to the left, all these dirty looks be gettin me stressed.
Constantly at me funny cause my pants swung low
time to dead that.
Testify and get your wrapped like Arabian cats,
terrorist act's have you pigs squealin at last.
County Jail full of noxious gas
got quarters of your senses massed,
you're with only the sense of Touch like Tony.
they out for delph, only tryin to help 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,
crop circles and alien abductions.
Park toy cop reproductions,
for power equals negative reprocussions.
Get rushed as if I was rushin no discussion,
try and cuff me and catch a concussion.
I've all the stress I can,
America I'm movin off to foreign lands
where cops don't place narcotics in hands.
Framin cats just to a quota,
everyone with baggy pants and Moterola's.
Thats why I'm wild with a
to catch 'em slippin when pull me over,
'em the bird then I'm ghost in my Toyota.
Won't writin til this shit cease.
Until someone's there to 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 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 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 game that they play, tellin you that you that you done somethin wrong.

they flash the badge in your face, and you don't even know whats goin' on.
They don't even give you a reasons, orno clue as to it is you've done.
(And tell the 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 funny thing is, this murders by the government.
Yo kill you and put the crack in your pocket to make it legal,
Illegally plant the confiscated gat right by you in your
and say you shot first, delete you from files its lethal.
Most of these is see through,
that's why we do 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 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 that you raped and handcuffed.
The man nothin 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 neighborhoods with chemicals.
I'm tellin you, it all makes sense they the president,
sniped him out with one then lurked 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 make the masses bug out, like Tim Leary.
instead of constant harassment and (COME ON).
Since when did dreadlocks become cause,
totin' around a backpack become the law.
Son I'm fed up, so get up, stand up like Bob you
and learn some Tai Bo in case try to choke hold you.
I'm sick of all everyday 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 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 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 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 THE HAMMER!(For bad manners) And the use of police scanners
(So we down their numbers) In our pocket planners