Luyện nghe bài hát Pig Latin

Why do people 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
time to dead that.
Testify and get head wrapped like Arabian cats,
terrorist will have you pigs squealin at last.
County Jail full of noxious gas
got three quarters of senses massed,
you're left with only the sense of Touch Tony.
they out for delph, only tryin to help self.
The majority of these boys in 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 and alien abductions.
Park toy cop reproductions,
for power equals negative reprocussions.
Get rushed as if I was with no discussion,
try and cuff me and a mild concussion.
I've all the stress I can,
peace America I'm movin off to foreign
where don't place narcotics in innocent hands.
Framin cats to meet a quota,
searchin' with baggy pants and Moterola's.
Thats why I'm with a camcorder
to catch 'em slippin they pull me over,
flip 'em the bird I'm ghost in my Toyota.
Won't stop til this shit cease.
Until there to police the police.
I'm sick of all this everyday

Sick of havin of black caskets (just because 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 cops is cancer)
A tumor on our ass (We 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 that they play, tellin you that you you done somethin wrong.

Then they flash the badge in your face, and you don't even know goin' on.
They don't even give you a reasons, orno clue as to it is you've done.
(And tell the chief you for heat)
be poppin' confiscated glocks with a sack of rocks right under it,
You go for your registration, and then they put your ass to
the funny thing is, this murders by the government.
Yo they'll kill you and put the crack in pocket to make it legal,
Illegally plant the confiscated gat by you in your Regal
and say you first, delete you from digital files its lethal.
Most of cops is see through,
that's why we do we do.
That's why we tell the truth what police 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,
check the rearview, see the camcorder, extended lens too.
You better call for back-up, chew the of that crack up,
Yeah you now, and if you swing 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 rockin and black.
It's a proven fact is just white collared criminals,
they in Crown V's injectin neighborhoods with chemicals.
I'm tellin you, it all makes sense killed the president,
sniped him out with one shot then lurked out 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.
of constant harassment and curfew's (COME ON).
Since when did dreadlocks probable cause,
totin' 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 case they try to choke you.
I'm of all this everyday harassment

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