Luyện nghe bài hát Say Hi To The Bad Guy

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

The cops wanna catch the nigga that won't
But I'll ya, never call ya master
Who is that up shit much faster?
Rollin on a scooter, you know I do ya
See a black clock and my run right thru ya
I never ya
I'm not a trick
You can suck the biggity-dick, I'm not the
I get quickity-quick
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 on my wood
To the right of me and to the of me
Bitch, I got so much game I need a
Throw a penalty of ass
Damn, y'all over me, so get on the bitch
Here comes the cops so I better hit the
Better run fast cause the pinch
And I won't mine in the daytime
Goddamn, here comes the
Four legged copper that wants to use Ice Cube as a
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, right (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 one, I got to gaffle ya)
You gon' gaf Yeah

See one-time, hit em up
Cos you know the Lench Mob is to get em up
People think Ice Cube roll the gangs
Cos I'm in a coupe de on thangs
Ain't gotta me twice about the jack
See a got a 9 in my lap ta care of that
Caps get on the regular
Cause try to get me for my cellular
Knick knack paddy wack, the daddy's back
Kidnappin hos the Patty Hurst jack
Have the ho, with a fo'-fo'?
Go rob a liquor store, can't blame it on a negro
the money to the rooster
Had the bitch and the Mob bein the
Damn, can't when the bitch get sent to sample brand
And back up man
You point the finger at me cos the OG
Is souped Chef boyardee
Humpin, jumpin, had the jumpin
Goddamn, gotta you off somethin
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
with the flow and die
When I by say hi to the bad guy

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