Luyện nghe bài hát Proposition F*** You

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

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 know to do

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 peeps smokin' weed, brew, who?
You ain't got a clue, you, it's a proposition
Fuck you, fuck you, a proposition

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

Playin' two, 'cause it ain't
Got the boyz in still roughin' me up
On the T.V. news still it up
Never 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, up on your crew
You know what to do tell 'em fuck you, a proposition
Fuck you, you, it's a proposition

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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