Luyện nghe bài hát Behind Enemy Lines

Yo, little Khadejah is locked, he wanna pop the lock
But ain't nothin' but a private stock
And she be dreamin' his date of release, she hate the police
But loved by her grandma who hugs and her
Her father's a political prisoner, Fred
Son of a that the government shot dead

Back in 12-4-1969, 4 o'clock in the mornin, it's terrible but it's
'Cuz Fred Hampton Jr., looks just him
Walks just like him, talks like him
And it might be frightenin', the feds and the
See him organize the gang, and sisters

So he had to be yo, you know how the game go
18 because the 5-0 said so
They said he set a fire to a store
But he ignited the minds of the black and poor

Behind enemy lines, my niggas is
Most of the youth never escape the jail
Super maximum will advance they game plan
To keep us in the hands of the man up

(Hello?)
Collect call from
(Where are you?)
Yo shit is crazy boo, I you
(Have you alright?)
Yo, can you put money in my commisary?

Little Kenny been smokin' since he was 12
Now he 25 up wit a L
They call him triple K, he killed 3 niggas
Another ghetto child got turned into a

His pops was a veteran on heroin
like a pawn by these white North Americans
Mama couldn't handle the so went crazy
Grandmama had to raise the

Just a young boy, born to a life of
Hustlin', robbery, whatever brung the home
Carried the chrome like a blind man a cane
Tattoos all over his chest so you know his name

But y'all know how the go
kicked in the front door and guess who they came for
A young nigga headed for the pen, coulda been, shoulda
Never see the hood

Behind enemy lines, my niggas is
of the youth never escape the jail fate
Super maximum camps will advance they game
To keep us in the of the man locked up

Behind lines, my niggas is cellmates
Most of the never escape the jail fate
Super maximum camps will advance they plan
To us in the hands of the man locked up

Cuando yo llamo, t no me quieres escuchar
No he visto mis hijos, mi mujer, no me retratos
No tengo dinero, aqu jodo en la crcel meto

You ain't gotta be up to be in prison
Look how we
30,000 niggas a day, up in the bing, routine
They put is in a box just like our on the block
enemy lines

You ain't be locked up to be in prison
how we livin'
30,000 niggas a day, up in the bing, standin'
They put is in a box like our life on the block
Behind lines