Luyện nghe bài hát Say Hi To The Bad Guy

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

The wanna catch the nigga that won't fetch
But blast ya, never call ya master
Who is kickin up shit much faster?
on a scooter, you know I might do ya
See a clock and my buckshots run right thru ya
I knew ya
Cause I'm not a
You can the biggity-dick, I'm not the piggity-pig
I get away
On the plane to South
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 of me and to the left of me
Bitch, I got so much I need a referee
a penalty of ass interference
Damn, y'all me, so bitch get on the bitch
Here comes the cops so I better hit the
run fast cause the dobermans pinch
And I won't play mine in the
Goddamn, comes the canine
Four legged copper wants to use Ice Cube as a whopper
But who's the first nigga to outrun a
No lie say hi to the bad guy

Fuck! (Hey guys, ya headed?)
Nowhere, man (Got your 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 have one, I got to ya)
What? You 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 on thangs
Ain't gotta tell me twice about the
See a got a 9 in my lap ta take care of
get peeled on the regular
Cause niggas try to get me for my
Knick knack wack, the mack daddy's back
Kidnappin hos like the Patty jack
the white ho, with a fo'-fo'?
Go rob a store, they can't blame it on a negro
Bring the money to the
Had the and the Mob bein the booster
Damn, can't stand when the get sent to sample brand
And back up man
You wanna the finger at me cos the OG
Is souped like Chef
Humpin, jumpin, had the jumpin
Goddamn, gotta break you off
You wanna know why I in half
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
I walk by say hi to the bad guy

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