Luyện nghe bài hát Say Hi To The Bad Guy

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

The cops wanna catch the nigga that won't
But I'll blast ya, never call ya
Who is that kickin up shit faster?
Rollin on a scooter, you know I do ya
See a black clock and my buckshots run thru ya
I never 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 monkey ho
mobbin I'm just like Robin Hood
Up to no good, so bitches on my wood
To the right of me and to the of me
Bitch, I got so much I need a referee
Throw a of ass interference
Damn, y'all over me, so get on the bitch
Here comes the cops so I better hit the
Better run cause the dobermans pinch
And I play mine in the daytime
Goddamn, here the canine
Four legged copper that 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 licence and registration?)
Yeah, hold up, here (Hey, what's in that box back there?)
Nuttin, aah, nuttin (They to be donuts?)
(Ya got a glazed How bout a bearclaw?)
Aaah (If you don't have one, I got to 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 roll with the gangs
Cos I'm in a coupe de on thangs
Ain't gotta tell me about the jack
See a got a 9 in my lap ta take care of
Caps get peeled on the
Cause niggas try to get me for my
Knick knack paddy wack, the mack daddy's
hos like the Patty Hurst jack
Have the white ho, a fo'-fo'?
Go rob a liquor store, they blame it on a negro
Bring the money to the
Had the bitch and the Mob bein the
Damn, can't stand when the bitch get sent to brand
And come up man
You wanna point the at me cos the OG
Is souped like Chef
Humpin, jumpin, had the jumpin
Goddamn, gotta break you off
You know why I bust 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'
Shoot the bo-bo and act ya know, ho
Fuck with the and die
When I 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 those donuts?
(How bout that twister? If it have cream in the middle, I'm gonna to
ya!)
You gaffle us? (Hey, can I reach back there and get one?0
Aaah homie, go on and reach ahead here
Duck ya head in man
(What kind of cop are you?)
(What kind of cop are you?)
(What of cop killer are you?)