Luyện nghe bài hát Pig Latin

Why do people what they 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 head wrapped like Arabian cats,
terrorist act's will have you pigs at last.
Wayne Jail full of noxious gas
got three of your senses massed,
left with only the sense of Touch like Tony.
they out for delph, only to help them self.
The majority of boys in blue are phony,
crooked like Ides, instead of tryin to save lives
They pull me over talkin about a seatbelt, we all know bullshit,
the fact is I suspicious, THATS IT!!
Type of kid to corruption,
like circles and alien abductions.
Park toy cop reproductions,
Hunger for power equals reprocussions.
Get rushed as if I was rushin no discussion,
try and me and catch a mild concussion.
taken all the stress I can,
peace America I'm movin off to lands
where cops place narcotics in innocent hands.
Framin just to meet a quota,
everyone with baggy pants and Moterola's.
Thats why I'm wild with a
to 'em slippin when they pull me over,
flip 'em the bird then I'm in my Toyota.
Won't stop writin til shit cease.
Until someone's to police the police.
I'm sick of all this harassment

of havin visions of black caskets (just because we rock our pants low)
(Sick of hopelessly watchin my man gettin his ass kicked, sick of being followed 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!
got this little game that they play, tellin you that you that you done somethin wrong.

Then they flash the badge in your face, and you even know whats goin' on.
don't even give you a reasons, orno clue as to what it is you've done.
(And the chief you reached for heat)
Cops be poppin' confiscated glocks with a sack of 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 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 these is see through,
that's why we do we do.
why we tell the truth about what police do,
son they'll issue you a 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 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 with that you raped and handcuffed.
The man ain't but the klan, but not in white they rockin blue and black.
a proven fact cops is just white collared criminals,
they ride in Crown V's injectin neighborhoods chemicals.
I'm tellin you, it all sense they killed the president,
him out with one shot then lurked out with all the evidence.
I'm speakin relevance, ignorant heads 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.
instead of harassment and curfew's (COME ON).
Since when did become probable cause,
around a backpack become breakin 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 being called a bastard)
Sick of havin visions of black caskets (Just we rock our pants low)
and our hats backwards (These is like cancer)
a tumor on our ass, (we 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 visions of black caskets) Just because we rock our pants low
(I'm sick of all everyday harassment)
Sick of hopelessly watchin my man gettin his ass kicked, sick of followed shit is drastic
(And our backwards) These cops is like cancer
(A on our ass) We want answers
(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