Luyện nghe bài hát Pork And Beef

Coup,
all good man, we off in the Oakland Hills
Dodging em' one time, it out

If you got beef C-O-P's
Throw a Molotov at the
Cause they be you and me
Ya gotta understand we not free

If you got beef with
a Molotov at the P-I-G's
Cause they be you and me
Ya understand we still not free

trust the police, no justice no peace
They got me face down, in the of the street
whip me with the heat, chicken shits sizzling
Trying to serve me the all-you-can eat murder
I'm a young, black, male
Don't drink no drank, smoke, don't sale
That's the real reason that want me up in jail
want me to fail, I resist and rebel
See I give a fuck about the
I wonder if I can shake em' like a P-I-T
Cause wanna see me D-I-E
Got me under mob, I'm a pre-O.G
Dark Sobe associates, vicious, vocalist
Chrome 4-4 toting, holding it for Oakland
Folks do be smoking and shit we do we holding
Some just notice they get demoted
em' all the time music

If you got beef with
Throw a at the P-I-G's
Cause they be you and me
Ya understand we still not free

If you got with C-O-P's
Throw a Molotov at the
Cause be harassing you and me
Ya gotta we still not free

This is for them ladies with them plates
For that raise ripped you didn't calculate
If you ever in life been awarded to state
On the corner cake
If they send an and you tip the bag, huh
Next time I see em' with no
I'm off like stolen registration
And leave a lot of
See I'm that sort of
That been pig hunting my mama's fucking water broke
Cause the henchmen nah they the lenchmen
Between the rich and of weed known to trench them
Cause they dispense with the dollars and
So when you stand go get candles, flowers, and
Behind steel gates is fifty of our bill rates
A pre-kin microchips for Bill Gates
Pelican Bay, t-shirts for the
Police where the slave catchers lurk out
to the thunder, I'm no more taking under routes
We'll synchronize and give em' shit to bout
The DEA is filthy, not guilty
We need control of the and the realty
And get rid of all the motherfucking
than weed burn at 420 Fahrenheit
Shaking in they boots when we start to
They scared of rap music, they scared of us

If you got with C-O-P's
Throw a at the P-I-G's
Cause be harassing you and me
Ya gotta understand we still not

If you got with C-O-P's
a Molotov at the P-I-G's
Cause they be you and me
Ya gotta we still not free