Luyện nghe bài hát Say Hi To The Bad Guy

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

The cops wanna the nigga that won't fetch
But I'll blast ya, never call ya
Who is kickin up shit much faster?
on a scooter, you know I might do ya
See a black clock and my buckshots run right ya
I never ya
I'm not a trick
You can the biggity-dick, I'm not the piggity-pig
I get away
On the to South Central
Never get played by the wrench ho
Steady I'm just like Robin Hood
Up to no good, so many on my wood
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, y'all over me, so get on the bitch
Here comes the so I better hit the fence
run fast cause the dobermans pinch
And I won't play mine in the
Goddamn, comes the canine
Four legged copper that wants to use Ice Cube as a
But who's the nigga to outrun a chopper?
No lie say hi to the bad guy

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

See one-time, hit em up
Cos you the Lench Mob is down to get em up
People think Ice Cube roll with the
Cos I'm in a coupe de sittin on
Ain't gotta tell me twice the jack
See a got a 9 in my lap ta take of that
get peeled on the regular
Cause niggas try to get me for my
Knick knack paddy wack, the mack back
hos like the Patty Hurst jack
Have the white ho, with a
Go rob a store, they can't blame it on a negro
the money to the rooster
Had the bitch and the Mob the booster
Damn, can't stand when the bitch get sent to sample
And come up man
You point the finger at me cos the OG
Is souped like boyardee
Humpin, jumpin, had the place
Goddamn, gotta break you off
You wanna know why I bust in
Now at you now
Huh, and I'm out fast
Get the paper out yo' ass,
Yo, here we go, to the po'
Shoot the bo-bo and act ya know, ho
with the flow and die
When I by say hi to the bad guy

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