Luyện nghe bài hát Who Got The Camera?

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

you like 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 where the hoes be feinin'
Plus your fat ass got my six-deuce
Bust a you on the

Why oh, why it shit to do?
But Sir Jinx played his mix
And you thought shit played out in eighty-six

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

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

Started investigation
No driver's license, no
When I stepped out the car slammed me
Goddamn y'all, who got the

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

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

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

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

Fucked around and broke my
Then they hit a nigga the tazer
The motherfucking were tryin' to hurt 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 just a friendly of baseball
stood around 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, gimme 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, gimme just one more hit

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

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

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

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

If the crowd wasn't around, he shot me
Tried to play me out my name was Rodney
police gettin' badder
'Cause if I had a the shit wouldn't matter

Bitch, uh, who got my nine, who got my
Y'all done did it time, uh
Who the fuck got my