Luyện nghe bài hát Pig Latin

Why do people fear what they don't
and my hats to the left, all these 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 like Arabian cats,
terrorist act's will have you squealin at last.
Wayne County Jail full of gas
got three of your senses massed,
you're with only the sense of Touch like Tony.
out for delph, only tryin to help them self.
The majority of 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,
like crop circles and abductions.
patrolling toy cop reproductions,
Hunger for equals negative 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 don't place narcotics in hands.
Framin cats just to a quota,
everyone with baggy pants and Moterola's.
Thats why I'm wild a camcorder
to catch 'em slippin when pull me over,
flip 'em the bird then I'm in my Toyota.
stop writin til this shit cease.
Until someone's to police the police.
I'm sick of all this harassment

Sick of havin visions of black caskets (just because we rock our low)
(Sick of hopelessly watchin my man gettin his ass kicked, sick of 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 their numbers (In our pocket planners)
for the day we up (With Jim Shapiro) THE HAMMER!
They got little game that 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.
don't even give you a reasons, orno clue as to what it is you've done.
(And tell the you reached for heat)
Cops be confiscated glocks with a sack of rocks right under it,
You go for your registration, and then put your ass to sleep
the funny thing is, this funded by the government.
Yo they'll kill you and put the crack in your to make it legal,
Illegally plant the gat right by you in your Regal
and say you shot first, delete you 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 issue you a ticket before they 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 rest of that up,
Yeah you shook now, and if you swing on me I'm about to back.
cause we got you on with 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 ride in V's injectin neighborhoods with chemicals.
I'm you, it all makes sense they killed the president,
him out with one shot then lurked out with all the evidence.
I'm relevance, ignorant heads 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.
of constant harassment and curfew's (COME ON).
Since when did dreadlocks become cause,
around a backpack become breakin the law.
Son I'm fed up, so get up, stand up Bob told you
and learn some Tai Bo in case try to choke hold you.
I'm sick of all this harassment

(Sick of hopelessly watchin my man gettin his ass kicked, of being called a black bastard)
Sick of havin visions of black (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' down 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 of black caskets) Just because 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) cops is like cancer
(A tumor on our ass) We answers
(for the day we meet up) Jim Shapiro THE HAMMER!(For bad manners) And the use of police scanners
(So we jottin down their numbers) In our pocket