Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Tha Police

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Fuck the police. Fuck the police. 'em . . .

Surprise.
You're right.

Yo, fuck the police, comin' from the underground.
A young nigga got it bad 'cause I'm brown and not the color. Some
police think they have the to kill a minority,
but mad,
'cause I ain't the one for a punk muthafucka with a and a gun to
be beatin' on and in jail.
But we can go toe to toe in the of the cell.
Fuckin' with a nigga, a nigga turned major,
and got a little bit of money and they us,
a nigga car,
for a product,
thinkin' thug nigga sellin' narcotics.
They'd see me in the pen,
me blowin' indo rollin' in my Benz-o.
I the police to the grave,
and when I'm finished, nigga, bring the yellow
to tape off the of the slaughter,
still gettin' off bread and water.
I don't know if they fags or
search a down and grab on his nuts.
And on the hand,
without a gun they get none,
but let it be a black and a white one,
'cause they'll slam ya down to the top.
police showin' out for the white cop,
but Krayzie Bone swarm
on any in a blue uniform.
Just 'cause I'm the C-L-E,
the muthafuckas are afraid of me, huh.
A young on the warpath,
and I'm finished,
it's be a bloodbath
of cops dying my way.
Yo, bitch, I got somethin' to
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Fuck the police. Fuck the police. 'em . . .

Surprise.
You're right.
and Layzie:
Fuck the police and said it with authority,
'cause the on the street is a majority, a gang,
and whenever I'm steppin'
that a muthafuckin' weapon is in
the spot for the so-called law,
wishin' Bone was some niggas that they saw.
Lights flashin' behind me,
but scared of a nigga,
so they me to blind me,
but that shit don't work. I laugh,
and plus, it 'em a hint not to step in my path.
The police, I'm sayin', "Fuck you, punk."
Readin' my and shit.
all junk.
Pullin' out a club,
so you stand a fake-ass badge and a gun in your hand,
but off the gun,
so we can see up,
and go at it, punk,
and I'm a you up.
Made ya I'm a kick your ass,
and the gat,
and Bone's blast.
I'm sneaky as fuck it comes to crime,
and I'm a 'em now and not next time.
Smoke any muthafucka sweats me
and any asshole that me.
I'm a sniper with a of a scope,
out a cop or two.
They can't with me.
The killa that's mad
with to get bad as fuck.
Now I'm a it around--
dig in the clip, yo,
and is the sound: [Two Gunshots.]
Yeah, somethin' that,
but it all depends on the of the strap.
out a police will make my day,
and the niggas like Bone, give a fuck to say . . .
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Fuck the police. Fuck the police. 'em . . .

Surprise.
You're right.

I'm tired of muthafuckin' jackins.
Sweatin' my thug, while we be in the shack and
shinin' the lights in my face and for
Maybe it's because I'm so much butt.
I ass, nigga.
Maybe, I blast
on a stupid-ass nigga I'm playin' with the trigger
of an uzi or an AK,
'cause the police always got stupid to say.
pull out my picture with silence,
'cause my along with my groups causes violence.
It's Bone the criminal behavior.
Yeah, I'm thugsta, nigga,
but I got flavor.
a gun and a badge, what do you got?
A nigga in a waitin' to get shot
by me or one of my niggas,
and a gat it don't matter if you're smaller or bigger.

Size mean shit. I'm from the old school, fool.

And as you all know, Bone came to rule.
I'm rollin',
keep on lookin' in mirror,
and on cue, yo,
so I can hear a muthafucka with a gun.
And I'm rollin' off the Eight,
you'll be the one that I out,
and I get away,
and I'm drivin' off laughin',
is what I say, believe that . . .
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Fuck the police. Fuck the police. 'em . . .

Surprise.
You're right.