Luyện nghe bài hát Who Got The Camera?

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

Would you like to hit the fat
Or perhaps can I run your name the mud?
I mean, are you giving up the dugout?
She said, "No", well, then get the out

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

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

for my dogs
Looked up in the mirror being followed by the
One on my motherfuckin' line

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

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

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

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

Tearin' up my coupe for the chronic
Goddamn, nobody got a
an empty can of old gold
Came around and put my ass in a hold

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

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

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

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

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 devils don't go to

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 give a fuck if you got a beta

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

If the crowd wasn't around, he shot me
Tried to play me out my name was Rodney
Fuckin' gettin' 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 got my nine?