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 wrapped like cats,
terrorist act's will have you pigs at last.
Wayne Jail full of noxious gas
got quarters of your senses massed,
you're left with only the of Touch like Tony.
they out for delph, only tryin to them self.
The majority of boys in blue are phony,
crooked Saint Ides, instead of tryin to save lives
They pull me over talkin a seatbelt, we all know thats bullshit,
the is I look suspicious, THATS IT!!
of kid to expose corruption,
like circles and alien abductions.
Park toy cop reproductions,
Hunger for power negative reprocussions.
Get rushed as if I was rushin no discussion,
try and cuff me and a mild concussion.
I've all the stress I can,
peace I'm movin off to foreign lands
where cops don't place in innocent hands.
Framin just to meet a quota,
searchin' everyone with baggy and Moterola's.
why I'm wild with a camcorder
to catch 'em when they pull me over,
flip 'em the bird I'm ghost in my Toyota.
Won't stop til this shit cease.
someone's there to police the police.
I'm sick of all this harassment

Sick of havin visions of black caskets (just we rock our pants low)
(Sick of watchin my man gettin his ass kicked, sick of being followed shit is drastic)
And our hats backwards (These 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 this little game they play, tellin you that you that you done somethin wrong.

Then they flash the in your face, and you don't even know whats goin' on.
They don't even give you a reasons, clue as to what it is you've done.
(And tell the chief you for heat)
Cops be poppin' 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, murders funded by the government.
Yo they'll kill you and put the crack in your pocket to it legal,
Illegally the confiscated 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 about what police do,
son issue you a ticket right before they beat you.
I'm glad the truth scares you, hit me mr.officer I you,
check the rearview, see the camcorder, extended lens too.
You better call for back-up, the rest of that crack up,
Yeah you shook now, and if you swing on me I'm to fight back.
cause we got you on tape with that girl you and handcuffed.
The man ain't nothin but the klan, but not in white they blue and black.
It's a proven cops is just white collared criminals,
they ride in Crown V's injectin neighborhoods chemicals.
I'm tellin you, it all makes sense they the president,
sniped him out with one shot then lurked out all the evidence.
I'm speakin relevance, ignorant heads won't try to 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' a backpack become breakin the law.
Son I'm fed up, so get up, stand up like Bob you
and some Tai Bo in case they try to choke hold you.
I'm sick of all this harassment

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