Luyện nghe bài hát Shoot Back (Dear Officer)

[Intro: CROOKED]
{New-born citizens. You violated the anti-protest coordinates. We are authorized to use deadly force. We are authorized to use deadly force. You have violated the anti-protest coordinates. We are authorized to use deadly force.}

Once upon a time in the slums a group of people stood up to a corrupt system. And they were all slaughtered. So what did the next generation do? Shoot
[Hook: CROOKED]
To the police, what kind of beast do you to become
To a child so young? He was just having some fun
Dear officer, would you shoot if that was son?
You us over, now we contemplating capital one
You shoot me in my back and plant a after it's done
How much time you get for killing me? The is none
You from around here
So why don't you just go back where from?

Two little boys came and knocked on my door and said, "the police just shot your son in his stomach". So my..

[Verse 1: CROOKED]
Hey, yo, them robocops just tear-gassed a
And you wanna fight back
Congratulations, my nigga, you passed the hoe
Just another in need of some Kotex
You'll be fitted for the rope
They hang you up just like coat checks
They your people in front of you, what you wanna do?
You already know what I'm do, pick up a gun or two
You picking up your like runners do, but where you running to?
Ain't nowhere to hide when your own cowardice is you
Take a at yourself, man, your mirror got the W
You got the L, you you
We was in church praying the Lord may forgive us
But an agent of the puppet was there praying with us
Little did we this disloyal snake was coiled on our own grass, plotting on different ways he could kill us
Then he walked to his vehicle, back and sprayed major pillars of the community
The act was a
He knew just he was doing, true indeed
He was carrying out a to kill you or me
Mission to a tee
Unity and all the hope it
Just became a nightmare in the reflection of our dreams
See, we welcomed you with open then you opened fire
So it seems we trust a soul by no means, nah
The enemies out here training to hold his chopper
Meanwhile shooting at each other, that us how to fight
Damn shame we put other under the doctor's knife
In surgery fighting for this punk-ass we call our life
We to be smoking them robocops
make the big picture look better like photoshop
I know you hope it stop, I know not, I'm loading shots
In a .357 minutes before 4 O'clock
I know, to keep a gun in my waist, never snakes
Tears dried up on my face, my spirit
Sitting here in wakes for people who
We get bad whether the mirrors breaks or not
Imagine coming out the womb
And the already got your name written across your tomb
You a flower, you just wanna
Unassuming that the government's mad villains, MF'ers want your doom
So disproportionally incarcerated
After all years, still the most hated

[Hook: KXNG
To the police, what kind of beast do you have to
To kill a child so He was just having some fun
Dear officer, would you if that was your son?
You pull us over, now we contemplating one
You shoot me in the and plant a weapon after it's done
How much you get for killing me? The answer is none
You ain't around here
So why don't you back you're from?

[Outro: Tech
If you ain't a rebel you ain't shit. If you ain't fight the love of your family, what the fuck are you here for? If you ain't gripping and grinding and building for your loved ones to protect them from the evil people who run motherfucker, get the fuck out of the way. Real niggas take it [?]. Listen to CROOK. The cigar-smoking boss. Man up