Luyện nghe bài hát Proposition Fuck You

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

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

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

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

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

two, 'cause 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 party and I'm spikin' the punch
If you've had enough, you what to do
yes! On proposition fuck you

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

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

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

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

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

Hangin' on 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, a proposition

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

Who da farmers? House senate over congress
Show 'em how to 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
Take your and run, gettin' naked for fun
Give ya food to bluff, so another blunt
Fuck you, fuck you, it's a

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

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