Luyện nghe bài hát Black & Blue

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Cool-ass al, he got a badge from the yo
Fly police car, the mod-el.. now check it out
Now al to rob, used to smoke, used to steal
And he rolled a game of dice
A factor he was nice as he proved on the daily tip
At macy's, he and kid up in lacy's
his head to blow when he turned into a fed
I seen him, one day, I tried to get inside his
There's two fit ill, cops, with passion
Black shoes fit, like they was made, ashes
Another brother, a sister or somebody's
And when I see al, he stops
Unless it's to an arrest
He kick it, unless he writes a ticket
He got a nasty way, attitude
It me kinda mad cause I really can't hit him
But brothers to get him
(shoot 'im inna de bumba claat)
At any the worst devil is a black one
And if you see one you to attack 'um
One day, I had the cell lit, up on lewis
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 the black bull carter
It's a shame cause use done out your righteous
For a little rank and fame
You're style is chump, you forgot to use the pump
So of warnin brothers, better hide and take the picture
You the brothers wanna hit ya
("gimme a gat I'm to smoke this motherfucker!")
So carry your gun, off duty
Don't that there's a price on the booty
upstate won't make you safe
By the way, are you of faith?
Then prepare to meet your mystery, become a place in
Force come down with some brothers from uptown
And if we're not through
Then you'll be left and blue

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

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I a cop named roy, a good nigga boy
To pull the on another brother was a joy boy
Didn't give a fuck if your was black
He'll blow out back, and say you sold crack
He'll see you in your car and don't like look
He got beef gold teeth so now you're a crook
the lights, pull to the right
Put up a fight, well say night night, cause roy boy
out the heater, for him there's nuttin sweeter
Eight to your head, from his nine
Roy had a thing about young males
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 remember he was a rookie, a tough cookie
Beatin down kids for hookie
You see roy is the type of
a alter-ego that's illegal
He like shakin niggaz on the block
Take you face down, let you hear the of the hammer cock!
No need to fill out a
Cause everybody roy doesn't get caught
Now he's feeling like
To the trooper stand, with an uzi in his
Now roy's gotta
The pig's get smoked like cancer, sticks
For all the tricks that ever played
Toy with the nigga, boy you get, sprayed
For all the fucked up shit, you put a brother through
Black man, to love you
Cause if you're dead, me and my crew
Will beat you in your head, and leave your ass of lead
and blue