Luyện nghe bài hát Proposition Fuck You

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

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

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

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

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

Playin' two, it ain't enough
Got the in blue still roughin' me up
On the T.V. still talking it up
Never 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
Vote yes! On proposition you

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

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

Filthee, Lee, steppin' casually
Middle finger in the air for to see
Obviously you haven't read my proposition
"Fuck you", be runnin' the opposition

Opposition, proposition upon
Our prediction, stop your bitchin' we over
I told ya, we like pottery, stop the monopoly
We turn around nigga's that 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
you, fuck you, it's a proposition

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

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

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

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

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

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