Luyện nghe bài hát Cops & Robbers

Either you be real or you be
Hey you a killer, be a
the rules to this game
In the of the law
With let that feel ya
They cat dealers
But with some new shit like shit
We strap for thriller

You hit the house, you pull a Mack out
Cock the Mack back, his back out
And take the back
And that's that's about
Understand? I cash in hand
This shit is real, never
Don't come short with my

I'll only tell you once
"Don't me, don't you ever try to fuck me"
If so, trust me, you luck B
And try to sit high where them be
Filthy looking broke
Fuck a I wan't the world trust

Keeping of my ass
I think fast
'Cause black man white
You know this shit won't
We try to like ass
Stay low, got to hurl cash
Into the blow past
how you do it

We got and robbers
Niggas and
Flashy cars, ghetto
stones and bricks
It ain't over on the
We got to get
So up, guns cock
Don't get rocked to

We got cops and
and spicks
Flashy cars, ghetto
Moving stones and
It ain't over on the
We got to get
So heads up, cock
get rocked to this

Now if the die young
what the fuck that makes me?
And who the are you to rape me?
Less then the best, bulletproof
The thugs holding it in the decks
And for the frauds I got
Heading for your chest

me on this
My word is
You pawn this
I might diss drop
The way I cop
The way my drops fools
The way my influence
What's a nigga to do a
of shit you never heard of

From jimbos to fat
On some long shit
I be doing this forever that nigga Von Zeil
I calm shit, I bomb shit
I had of Brooklyn niggas
Saying "Yeah Bronx niggas they get down"

So hold your up, and move fast
You got to up
Clue, Minnesota
Lord run these streets what
peep up, talking to the sidewalk
And there's nothing to
When my nine

We got and robbers
Niggas and
Flashy cars, stars
Moving stones and
It ain't on the streets
We got to get
So heads up, guns
Don't get to this

We got cops and
Niggas and
Flashy cars, ghetto
Moving and bricks
It ain't over on the
We got to get
So up, guns cock
Don't get rocked to

I peep the screaming BK
I rock for big
Live like pop did, shells stop the kid
In some rap I pack, used to be in for crack
Molka of lid with a passing for stacks
Dreads call me African Black after my medicine
Street with one gun
eleven men

It's too crazy, fake tough guys with full Gazi's
Blue Mercedes, three under the blue avy
Bomb my mind power beyond you
Now I push your hair back
Do what the do
I warned you, and sworn no
Bring the out

Got the block surrounded cops
And rang out
Animal instinct, type is thoroughbred
Run with the heads
Leave you in another
Respect my hood, the heats do
B K to the
Poor kane, Lord Tariq &

We got cops and
and spicks
Flashy cars, ghetto
stones and bricks
It over on the streets
We got to get
So up, guns cock
get rocked to this

We got cops and
Niggas and
Flashy cars, stars
stones and bricks
It over on the streets
We got to get
So heads up, cock
Don't get rocked to

DJ Clue,