Luyện nghe bài hát Black & Blue

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Cool-ass al, he got a badge from the yo
Fly car, the ninety-two mod-el.. now check it out
Now al used to rob, to smoke, used to steal
And he rolled a game of dice
A factor boostin he was nice as he proved on the tip
At macy's, he and this kid up in
Throw his head to blow when he turned a fed
I seen him, one day, I tried to get inside his
two fit ill, glock cops, with passion
Black shoes fit, like they was made, ashes
Another brother, a sister or pops
And when I see al, he never
Unless it's to an arrest
He can't kick it, unless he writes a
He got a nasty way, attitude
It makes me kinda mad cause I really hit him
But brothers to get him
(shoot 'im inna de bumba claat)
At any level the worst devil is a one
And if you see one you gots to 'um
One day, I had the cell lit, up on park
al appears, backs up, fresh clarks
It's a hot day black, and the sun's down
But I gotta get on the
You're, sworn to whitey, do you that you're mighty?
You take the honor of bein the bull carter
It's a shame cause use done out your righteous
For a little and more fame
You're whole style is chump, you forgot to use the
So instead of warnin brothers, better and take the picture
You know the brothers hit ya
("gimme a gat I'm to smoke this motherfucker!")
So your gun, especially off duty
Don't that there's a price on the booty
Hidin won't make you safe
By the way, are you of faith?
Then prepare to meet your mystery, a place in history
Force come shot down with brothers from uptown
And if we're not totally
Then be left black and blue

Man these black ones is just as bad as the motherfuckin ones
They get a bullshit badge, and think that god
But yo I ain't havin that shit, I put a hole in they ass
Then they see god
Comin in our midst this motherfuckin confusion?
I send that ass back to the essence quick

[lord
I a cop named roy, a good nigga boy
To pull the trigger on brother was a joy boy
Didn't give a if your face was black
He'll out your back, and say you sold crack
He'll see you in your car and like your look
He got beef with gold so now you're a crook
the lights, pull to the right
Put up a fight, well say night night, cause roy boy
Pull out the heater, for him there's nuttin
Eight to your head, from his millimeter
Roy had a thing about young black
He wanna see em dead or locked in jail
Down every drug bust, for him it was a lust
Kickin down doors is like dickin down
I when he was a rookie, a tough cookie
down kids for playin hookie
You see roy is the type of
a alter-ego that's illegal
He like down niggaz on the block
Take you face down, let you hear the sound of the cock!
No to fill out a report
Cause everybody roy doesn't get caught
Now he's feeling superman
To the trooper stand, with an uzi in his
Now gotta answer
The pig's gonna get smoked cancer, sticks
For all the tricks that roy's played
Toy with the nigga, boy you get, sprayed
For all the fucked up shit, that you put a through
man, learn to love you
Cause even if dead, me and my crew
Will beat you in your head, and your ass full of lead
and blue