Luyện nghe bài hát Pig Latin

Why do people what they don't know?
and my hats rocked to the left, all these dirty looks be me stressed.
Constantly at me funny cause my pants swung low
time to dead that.
Testify and get your head wrapped Arabian cats,
terrorist act's will you pigs squealin at last.
County Jail full of noxious gas
got three quarters of your massed,
you're left only the sense of Touch like Tony.
out for delph, only tryin to help them self.
The majority of these boys in are phony,
crooked Saint Ides, instead of tryin to save lives
They pull me over about a seatbelt, we all know thats bullshit,
the is I look suspicious, THATS IT!!
of kid to expose corruption,
like crop circles and 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.
taken all the stress I can,
peace America I'm movin off to lands
where don't place narcotics in innocent hands.
Framin 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,
'em the bird then I'm ghost in my Toyota.
Won't stop writin til this cease.
someone's there to police the police.
I'm sick of all this everyday

Sick of havin visions of black caskets (just because we rock our 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 on our ass (We want answers)
For bad (And the use of police scanners)
So we down their numbers (In our pocket planners)
for the day we up (With Jim Shapiro) THE HAMMER!
They got this little game that they play, you that you that you done somethin wrong.

Then flash the badge in your face, and you don't even know whats goin' on.
They even give you a reasons, orno clue as to what it is you've done.
(And tell the chief you for heat)
Cops be poppin' confiscated with a sack of rocks right under it,
You go for your registration, and 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 plant the confiscated gat right by you in your
and say you first, delete 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 they'll you a ticket right before they beat you.
I'm the truth scares you, hit me mr.officer I dare you,
check the rearview, see the camcorder, extended lens 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 is just white collared criminals,
they ride in Crown V's injectin neighborhoods chemicals.
I'm tellin you, it all makes sense killed the president,
him out with one shot then lurked out with all the evidence.
I'm speakin relevance, ignorant won't try to hear me
If you want off the streets give us somethin to do,
cause the will make the masses bug out, like Tim Leary.
instead of constant and curfew's (COME ON).
when did dreadlocks become probable cause,
totin' around a become 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 of black caskets (Just because we rock our pants low)
and our backwards (These cops is like cancer)
a tumor on our ass, (we answers)
So we jottin' down their (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 sick of all everyday harassment)
Sick of hopelessly 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 the day we meet up) With Jim Shapiro THE HAMMER!(For bad manners) And the use of scanners
(So we jottin down their numbers) In our planners