Luyện nghe bài hát Cops & Robbers

Either you be or you be dead
Hey you a killer, be a
the rules to this game
In the of the law
With let niggas that ya
know cat dealers
But with some new shit Clue shit
We for this thriller

You hit the crack house, you a Mack out
Cock the Mack back, his back out
And take the back
And that's what about
I wan't cash in hand
This shit is real, phony
come short with my money

I'll only you once Tony
"Don't fuck me, you ever try to fuck me"
If so, me, you outta luck B
And try to sit high them drugs be
Filthy rich looking
Fuck a bitch I wan't the world

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

We got cops and
and spicks
Flashy cars, ghetto
Moving and bricks
It ain't on the streets
We got to get
So heads up, cock
Don't get to this

We got cops and
Niggas and
cars, ghetto stars
Moving stones and
It ain't on the streets
We got to get
So heads up, guns
get rocked to this

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

me on this
My is priceless
You can't this
I diss drop jewels
The way I cop
The way my nine fools
The way my mind
What's a nigga to do a
Type of shit you never of

jimbos to fat burger
On some long shit
I be doing this forever like that Von Zeil
Plus I shit, I bomb shit
I had alot of Brooklyn
Saying "Yeah them Bronx niggas get down"

So hold your up, and move fast
You got to up
Clue, Minnesota
Lord run these streets what
Nigga up, talking to the sidewalk
And nothing to comprehend
my nine talks

We got and robbers
and spicks
Flashy cars, ghetto
Moving stones and
It ain't on the streets
We got to get
So heads up, cock
Don't get to this

We got cops and
and spicks
Flashy cars, stars
Moving stones and
It ain't on the streets
We got to get
So heads up, guns
get rocked to this

I peep the Devil BK
I rock for big
Live like pop did, couldn't stop the kid
In rap I pack, used to be in passing for crack
type of lid with a passing for stacks
Dreads call me African named after my medicine
Street with one gun
Killed men

too crazy, y'all fake tough guys with full Gazi's
Blue Mercedes, pounds under the blue avy
Bomb my mind power beyond you
Now I your hair line back
Do the con's do
I you, and sworn no talking
the thing out

Got the block like cops
And shots out
Animal instinct, type is thoroughbred
Run with the rough
you in another buroughbed
Respect my hood, the heats do
B K to the
Poor kane, Tariq & Clue

We got cops and
and spicks
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

We got cops and
Niggas and
Flashy cars, ghetto
Moving and bricks
It over on the streets
We got to get
So heads up, cock
Don't get to this

DJ Clue,