Luyện nghe bài hát Pig Latin

Why do people fear what don't know?
and my hats rocked to the left, all these dirty looks be me stressed.
lookin' at me funny cause my pants swung low
It's to dead that.
and get your head wrapped like Arabian cats,
terrorist act's will you pigs squealin at last.
Wayne County Jail full of gas
got three quarters of your massed,
you're left with only the sense of Touch Tony.
out for delph, only tryin to help them self.
The majority of these boys in are phony,
crooked like Saint Ides, of tryin to save lives
They pull me over talkin about a seatbelt, we all know bullshit,
the is I look suspicious, THATS IT!!
of kid to expose corruption,
like crop and alien abductions.
patrolling toy cop reproductions,
Hunger for power equals reprocussions.
Get rushed as if I was with no discussion,
try and cuff me and catch a concussion.
I've all the stress I can,
America I'm movin off to foreign lands
where cops don't place narcotics in hands.
Framin just to meet a quota,
everyone with baggy pants and Moterola's.
Thats why I'm wild with a
to catch 'em slippin when they me over,
flip 'em the bird then I'm in my Toyota.
Won't stop til this shit cease.
Until someone's there to the police.
I'm sick of all this harassment

Sick of havin visions of caskets (just because we rock our pants low)
(Sick of hopelessly watchin my man gettin his ass kicked, of being followed shit is drastic)
And our backwards (These cops is like cancer)
A on our ass (We want answers)
For bad (And the use of police scanners)
So we jottin down their numbers (In our planners)
for the day we up (With Jim Shapiro) THE HAMMER!
They got this little game that they play, tellin you that you that you somethin wrong.

Then they flash the badge in your face, and you don't know whats goin' on.
They don't even you a reasons, orno clue as to what it is you've done.
(And tell the you reached for heat)
Cops be poppin' confiscated glocks with a sack of right under it,
You go for your registration, and then they put your ass to
the funny thing is, this murders by the government.
Yo they'll kill you and put the in your pocket to make it legal,
plant the confiscated gat right by you in your Regal
and say you shot first, delete you digital files its lethal.
of these cops is see through,
that's why we do we do.
why we tell the truth about what police do,
son they'll issue you a ticket right before beat you.
I'm glad the scares you, hit me mr.officer I dare you,
check the rearview, see the camcorder, extended lens too.
You better call for back-up, chew the of that crack up,
Yeah you now, and if you swing on me I'm about to fight back.
cause we got you on tape with that girl you and handcuffed.
The man ain't nothin but the klan, but not in white they blue and black.
a proven fact cops is just white collared criminals,
they in Crown V's injectin neighborhoods with chemicals.
I'm tellin you, it all sense they killed the president,
sniped him out with one then lurked out with all the evidence.
I'm speakin relevance, ignorant heads won't try to me
If you want kids off the streets us somethin to do,
cause the will make the masses bug out, like Tim Leary.
of constant harassment and curfew's (COME ON).
Since when did dreadlocks probable cause,
around a backpack become breakin the law.
Son I'm fed up, so get up, stand up like Bob you
and learn some Tai Bo in case they try to choke you.
I'm sick of all everyday harassment

(Sick of hopelessly watchin my man his ass kicked, sick of being called a black bastard)
Sick of havin visions of black caskets (Just we rock our pants low)
and our hats backwards (These is like cancer)
a tumor on our ass, (we answers)
So we down their numbers (in our pocket planners)
For the day we up (with Jim Shapiro) THE HAMMER!
for bad manners (and the use of scanners)
(Sick of havin visions of black caskets) Just because we rock our low
(I'm sick of all everyday harassment)
Sick of hopelessly watchin my man his ass kicked, sick of being followed shit is drastic
(And our backwards) These cops is like cancer
(A tumor on our ass) We answers
(for the day we meet up) With Jim THE HAMMER!(For bad manners) And the use of police scanners
(So we jottin down their numbers) In our pocket