Luyện nghe bài hát Proposition Fuck You

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

If these are a few problems that plague you and your
November when you go up that
Ballot box and you see the proposition
you, you know 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 in the streets wit
Your peeps smokin' weed, brew, who?
You got a clue, fuck you, it's a proposition
Fuck you, fuck you, it's a

into the ballot box
Blowing up the muthafuckin' spot, of these 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
thought Tommy Lee could be fuckin' it up

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

Tired of the boyz in blue, 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 peeps smokin' weed, brew, who?
You ain't got a clue, you, it's a proposition
Fuck you, fuck you, it's a

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

Opposition, upon exposure
Our prediction, stop your bitchin' we 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, running up on crew
You know to do tell 'em fuck you, it's a proposition
Fuck you, fuck you, it's a

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

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

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

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

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