Luyện nghe bài hát Say Hi To The Bad Guy

Good evening. Police, do not to adjust your radios. There is nothing
Wrong. We have takin over this city as to bring you this special
Bulletin and we will return this motherfucker to ya as as the National
move in

The cops wanna the nigga that won't fetch
But I'll ya, never call ya master
Who is that kickin up shit much
on a scooter, you know I might do ya
See a clock and my buckshots run right thru ya
I never ya
Cause I'm not a
You can suck the biggity-dick, I'm not the
I get away
On the plane to South
Never get played by the wrench ho
Steady mobbin I'm just like Robin
Up to no good, so many bitches on my
To the right of me and to the of me
Bitch, I got so much I need a referee
Throw a penalty of ass
Damn, over me, so bitch get on the bitch
Here the cops so I better hit the fence
Better run fast cause the dobermans
And I won't play in the daytime
Goddamn, here comes the
legged copper that wants to use Ice Cube as a whopper
But the first nigga to outrun a chopper?
No lie say hi to the bad guy

Fuck! (Hey guys, ya headed?)
Nowhere, man (Got your and registration?)
Yeah, hold up, right here (Hey, in that box back there?)
Nuttin, aah, (They happen to be donuts?)
(Ya got a glazed How bout a bearclaw?)
(If you don't have one, I got to gaffle ya)
What? You gon' gaf

See one-time, hit em up
Cos you the Lench Mob is down to get em up
People Ice Cube roll with the gangs
Cos I'm in a de sittin on thangs
Ain't gotta me twice about the jack
See a got a 9 in my lap ta take care of
Caps get peeled on the
niggas try to get me for my cellular
Knick knack paddy wack, the mack daddy's
Kidnappin hos the Patty Hurst jack
the white ho, with a fo'-fo'?
Go rob a liquor store, they blame it on a negro
the money to the rooster
Had the bitch and the Mob bein the
Damn, can't stand when the get sent to sample brand
And come up man
You point the finger at me cos the OG
Is souped like boyardee
Humpin, jumpin, had the jumpin
Goddamn, gotta you off somethin
You wanna know why I bust in
Now at you now
Huh, and I'm out real
Get the out yo' ass, baby
Yo, here we go, to the po'
the bo-bo and act like ya know, ho
Fuck the flow and die
When I by say hi to the bad guy

Ai yo man, there's just one (I'll make a deal with ya)
What? (Aah, ya got one of powdered donuts?
(How bout that twister? If it have in the middle, I'm gonna have to
ya!)
You gon' us? (Hey, can I reach back there and get one?0
Aaah yeah homie, go on and reach here
Duck ya head in man
(What kind of cop are you?)
(What kind of cop are you?)
(What of cop killer are you?)