Luyện nghe bài hát Pig Latin

Why do people fear what they don't
and my hats rocked to the left, all these dirty looks be me stressed.
Constantly at me funny cause my pants swung low
It's to dead that.
Testify and get your wrapped like Arabian cats,
terrorist act's will you pigs squealin at last.
Wayne 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 to save lives
They pull me over talkin a seatbelt, we all know thats bullshit,
the fact is I look suspicious, IT!!
Type of kid to corruption,
crop circles and alien abductions.
Park toy cop reproductions,
Hunger for power equals reprocussions.
Get rushed as if I was rushin no discussion,
try and cuff me and catch a concussion.
taken all the stress I can,
peace America I'm movin off to foreign
where cops place narcotics in innocent hands.
Framin just to meet a quota,
searchin' everyone with pants and Moterola's.
Thats why I'm with a camcorder
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 to police the police.
I'm sick of all this everyday

Sick of visions of black caskets (just because we rock our pants low)
(Sick of hopelessly watchin my man gettin his ass kicked, sick of being shit is drastic)
And our hats backwards (These cops is 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 little game that they play, tellin you that you 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 of rocks right under it,
You go for your registration, and then put your ass to sleep
the funny thing is, this murders by the government.
Yo they'll kill you and put the crack in your to make it legal,
Illegally the confiscated gat right by you in your Regal
and say you shot first, you from digital files its lethal.
Most of cops is see through,
why we do what we do.
That's why we tell the truth about what do,
son they'll issue you a ticket right before they you.
I'm the truth scares you, hit me mr.officer I dare you,
the rearview, you'll see the camcorder, extended lens too.
You better 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 with girl you raped and handcuffed.
The man ain't nothin but the klan, but not in they rockin blue and black.
It's a proven cops is just white collared criminals,
they in Crown V's injectin 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 off the streets give us somethin to do,
cause the truth will make the bug out, like Tim Leary.
instead of harassment and curfew's (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 this everyday

(Sick of hopelessly watchin my man gettin his ass kicked, sick of called a black bastard)
Sick of havin visions of black caskets (Just because we our pants low)
and our hats (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) Just because we rock our 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 tumor on our ass) We answers
(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