Luyện nghe bài hát Proposition F*** You

Are you tired of out in your car
And getting sweated by the boys in
Tired of shot by your best friend and not receiving
Any medical because of lack of insurance?

If are a few problems that plague you and your friends
This when you go up that
box and you see the proposition marked
Fuck you, you what to do

Tired of the boyz in blue, running up on crew
You know to do tell 'em fuck you, it's a proposition
Fuck you, you, it's a proposition

on back in the streets wit
Your smokin' weed, drinkin' brew, who?
You ain't got a clue, fuck you, it's a
Fuck you, fuck you, a proposition

Step into the box
Blowing up the muthafuckin' spot, tired of cops
Tired of judges, tired of the rules
Waitin' til the day to tell 'em all, you

Playin' two, 'cause it enough
Got the boyz in still roughin' me up
On the T.V. news still it up
thought Tommy Lee could be fuckin' it up

Methods of Mayhem, and Dutch
I walk up in your party and I'm spikin' the
If had enough, you know what to do
yes! On proposition fuck you

Tired of the in blue, running up on your crew
You what to do tell 'em fuck you, it's a proposition
Fuck you, fuck you, a proposition

Hangin' on back in the wit
peeps smokin' weed, drinkin' brew, who?
You got a clue, fuck you, it's a proposition
you, fuck you, it's a proposition

Filthee, Tommy Lee, casually
finger in the air for everybody to see
Obviously you read over my proposition
"Fuck you", collectively be runnin' the

Opposition, proposition exposure
Our prediction, stop your bitchin' we takin'
I told ya, we more like pottery, the monopoly
We turn around nigga's burn learn to do it properly

Tired of the in blue, running up on your crew
You know what to do tell 'em you, it's a proposition
Fuck you, fuck you, it's a

on back in the streets wit
Your peeps weed, drinkin' brew, who?
You ain't got a clue, fuck you, it's a
Fuck you, fuck you, a proposition

Go on away welfare, medicare
Start everywhere, my style she could need some health care
I am well prepared, fuck you, ammunition buck you
Gotta bud a

Who da farmers? House senate takin' over
Show 'em how to keep it on this judgment
Passin' on the government, no paper card
By law we rock hard, hip hop

Collage, I borough street, and guns
Take your goods and run, naked for fun
Give ya to bluff, so spark another blunt
you, fuck you, it's a proposition

Tired of the boyz in blue, up on your crew
You know to do tell 'em fuck you, it's a proposition
you, fuck you, it's a proposition

I've had it up to with rules
Face prime time, headline, on T.V. News
Fuck you! It's
Fuck you, fuck you, it's a