Luyện nghe bài hát Proposition F*** You

Are you of hanging out in your car
And getting sweated by the in blue?
Tired of getting shot by your best friend and not
Any medical attention because of of insurance?

If these are a few problems that you and your friends
November when you go up that
Ballot box and you see the marked
Fuck you, you what to do

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

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

into the ballot box
Blowing up the spot, tired of these cops
of these judges, tired of the rules
Waitin' til the day to 'em all, Fuck you

Playin' two, it ain't 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 party and I'm spikin' the punch
If you've had enough, you know to do
Vote yes! On fuck you

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

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

Filthee, Tommy Lee, casually
Middle finger in the air for to see
Obviously you haven't over my proposition
"Fuck you", collectively be the opposition

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

Tired of the boyz in blue, up on your crew
You what 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 got a clue, fuck you, it's a proposition
you, fuck you, it's a proposition

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

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

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

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

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