Luyện nghe bài hát Who Got The Camera?

Drivin' down the motherfuckin'
The flyway hey, bitch, you my way
Now I got a
I looked at the miniskirt and I'm her

Would you to hit the fat bud?
Or perhaps can I run your name through the
I mean, are you giving up the nappy
She said, "No", well, get the fuck out

'Cause I know the hoes be feinin'
Plus fat ass got my six-deuce leanin'
a you on the avenue

Why oh, why it ain't to do?
But then Sir Jinx his mix
And you that shit played out in eighty-six

Lookin' for my
Looked up in the mirror followed by the hogs
One time's on my motherfuckin'

Why the the swine had to get behind a nigga like me?
They think it's a gee
They walk up with the G L O C

Started they
No license, no registration
When I out the car they slammed me
y'all, who got the camera?

Oh please, oh please, oh please, just gimme just one hit
Oh please, oh please, oh please, just just one more hit
Who got the
Oh please, oh please, oh please, just gimme one more hit
Oh please, oh please, oh please, just just one more hit

No lights, no camera, no
And the pigs wouldn't believe my slave name was Jackson
He said, "Don't lie to me"
I'm lookin' for John, Matt or Lee

The called for back up
I they planned to beat the mack up
He me a silly ass thug
And out his billy ass club

up my coupe lookin' for the chronic
Goddamn, got a Panasonic
Found an empty can of old
Came around and put my ass in a hold

Fucked and broke my pager
they hit a nigga with the tazer
The motherfucking were tryin' to hurt me
I to the floor and yelled," Lord have mercy"

they hit me in the face y'all
But to them it ain't nuttin', but just a game of baseball
Crowd stood I said, "Goddamn, ya
Who got the camera?"

Oh please, oh please, oh please, just just one more hit
Oh please, oh please, oh please, just gimme one more hit
Who the got the camera?
Oh please, oh please, oh please, just gimme just one hit
Oh please, oh please, oh please, just just one more hit

I knew when I saw that smirkin'
That they were put some work in
Mr. Law had to hit me in the jaw
'Cause I called fagots with guns and badges

played rat-a-tat-tat on me head
But if I had the gatty-gat-gat, they'd be
A of a big fat 187
And little don't go to heaven

night it was eleven but they weren't scarin' me
So tried the flashlight therapy
I at the black one and called him a traitor
I don't give a if you got a beta

Just take my fuckin'
So I can go downtown and and pitch ya [Incomprehensible]
The one that me a spook
His name is officer Duke

If the crowd around, he would've shot me
Tried to play me out like my was Rodney
Fuckin' police badder
'Cause if I had a camera the wouldn't matter

Bitch, uh, who got my nine, who got my
done did it this time, uh
Who the fuck got my