Luyện nghe bài hát Pig Latin

Why do people fear what they don't
and my hats to the left, all these dirty looks be gettin me stressed.
Constantly at me funny cause my pants swung low
time to dead that.
Testify and get your head wrapped like cats,
terrorist act's have you pigs squealin at last.
Wayne County Jail of noxious gas
got three quarters of your massed,
left with only the sense of Touch like Tony.
they out for delph, only tryin to help self.
The majority of these in blue are phony,
crooked like Saint Ides, instead of tryin to save
pull me over talkin about a seatbelt, we all know thats bullshit,
the fact is I look suspicious, IT!!
Type of kid to corruption,
like crop and alien abductions.
patrolling toy cop reproductions,
Hunger for power equals reprocussions.
Get rushed as if I was rushin no discussion,
try and cuff me and a mild 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,
searchin' everyone with pants and Moterola's.
why I'm wild with a camcorder
to catch 'em slippin when they me over,
flip 'em the bird then I'm in my Toyota.
stop writin til this shit cease.
Until there to police the police.
I'm of all this everyday harassment

Sick of havin visions of caskets (just because we rock our pants low)
(Sick of watchin my man gettin his ass kicked, sick of being followed shit is drastic)
And our hats backwards (These is like cancer)
A tumor on our ass (We answers)
For bad manners (And the use of scanners)
So we jottin down numbers (In our pocket 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 flash the badge in your face, and you don't even know whats goin' on.
They don't even you a reasons, orno clue as to what it is you've done.
(And tell the chief you for heat)
Cops be poppin' confiscated glocks with a of rocks right under it,
You go for your registration, and then they put ass to sleep
the funny is, this murders funded by the government.
Yo they'll kill you and put the crack in your pocket to it legal,
Illegally plant the gat right by you in your Regal
and say you shot first, you from digital files its lethal.
Most of these is see through,
that's why we do we do.
That's why we the truth about what police do,
son they'll issue you a ticket right before they you.
I'm glad the truth scares you, hit me mr.officer I you,
the rearview, you'll see the camcorder, extended lens too.
You better call for back-up, the rest of that crack up,
Yeah you shook now, and if you swing on me I'm to fight back.
cause we got you on tape that girl you raped and handcuffed.
The man ain't nothin but the klan, but not in they rockin blue and black.
It's a proven fact cops is just white criminals,
they ride in Crown V's injectin neighborhoods chemicals.
I'm tellin you, it all makes they killed the president,
sniped him out with one shot lurked out with all the evidence.
I'm speakin relevance, ignorant won't try to hear me
If you want kids off the streets give us to do,
the truth will make the masses bug out, like Tim Leary.
instead of harassment and curfew's (COME ON).
when did dreadlocks become probable cause,
totin' around a become breakin the law.
Son I'm fed up, so get up, up like Bob told you
and some Tai Bo in case they try to choke hold you.
I'm of all this everyday harassment

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