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
and we will return this motherfucker to ya as soon as the National
Guard in

The cops wanna catch the nigga that fetch
But blast ya, never call ya master
Who is that up shit much faster?
Rollin on a scooter, you know I do ya
See a clock and my buckshots run right thru ya
I knew ya
Cause I'm not a
You can suck the biggity-dick, I'm not the
I get quickity-quick
On the plane to Central
Never get played by the monkey ho
Steady mobbin I'm just 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 game I need a
Throw a penalty of ass
Damn, y'all me, so bitch get on the bitch
Here comes the cops so I hit the fence
run fast cause the dobermans pinch
And I won't mine in the daytime
Goddamn, comes the canine
Four legged that wants to use Ice Cube as a whopper
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 your and registration?)
Yeah, hold up, right (Hey, what's in that box back there?)
Nuttin, aah, (They happen to be donuts?)
(Ya got a donut? 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 know the Mob is down to get em up
People think Ice Cube roll the gangs
Cos I'm in a coupe de on thangs
Ain't gotta tell me twice the jack
See a got a 9 in my lap ta care of that
get peeled on the regular
Cause niggas try to get me for my
Knick knack paddy wack, the mack back
Kidnappin hos like the Hurst jack
Have the white ho, with a
Go rob a liquor store, they can't blame it on a
Bring the money to the
Had the bitch and the Mob the booster
Damn, can't stand when the bitch get sent to brand
And come up man
You wanna the finger at me cos the OG
Is souped Chef boyardee
Humpin, jumpin, had the place
Goddamn, break 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, we go, listen to the po'
Shoot the bo-bo and act 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)
(Aah, ya got one of those powdered donuts?
(How bout that twister? If it have cream in the middle, I'm gonna to
ya!)
You gon' gaffle us? (Hey, can I reach back there and get
Aaah homie, go on and reach ahead here
Duck ya head in man
(What of cop killer are you?)
(What kind of cop are you?)
(What kind of cop are you?)