Luyện nghe bài hát Proposition Fuck You

Are you of hanging out in your 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 these are a few 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

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, it's a

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

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

Playin' two, it ain't enough
Got the boyz in blue still me up
On the T.V. news talking it up
Never thought Lee could be fuckin' it up

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

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, a proposition

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

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

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

Tired of the boyz in blue, running up on crew
You know 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 ain't got a clue, 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 some care
I am prepared, proposition fuck you, ammunition buck you
bud a crew

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

Collage, I street, hoods and guns
Take goods and run, gettin' naked for fun
Give ya food to bluff, so another blunt
Fuck you, fuck you, a proposition

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

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