Luyện nghe bài hát Caged Bird

[Intro: J.
Yeah, bird
Something a caged bird
bird
Yeah,

1: J. Cole]
You a man till you stop chasing your friends, my nigga
Think for yourself, make your own plans, my
I'll be if I said I ain't understand, my nigga
who you gon' follow when the leaders all get swallowed
By reefer clouds and
In and out of county
This is hell, see the young black males in cells
With they heads
And fists clenched tight
Thinking "I could bust a hole through this
And bitch I might"
It's just like the bird I sing a song
Hoping they open up these bars and a nigga home
I cry I'm alone
I'm wondering why would God me here
Knowing that they us
that they make us feel like we evil so we kill our people
Without a second thought, in every taught by OGs
We of real nigga wisdom, so we proceed
real niggas who been stripped of our humanity
I see the judge's eyes, I know that he ain't me

J. Cole]
A bird (Yeah, a caged bird)
(Let little caged bird sing) Caged bird
Yeah, caged
Freedom's just an illusion, that's my
And if it ain't, then how my niggas keep on losin'
goes out to childhood friends that's doin' years
Prison tats on they backs souvenirs
We wish you was here
A mother's tear spilled on this
A brother's tear on this page
How many left?
And can you find peace you released
Still up wit' rage
Back on the streets just to that you still in the cage

[Verse 2:
Well, it's the vet
down king slash poet laureate
Used to paint a picture a story of neglect
I could've been a drinking 40s on the steps
a shorty on my lap
With a on the way coming shortly to protect
I could've been a dealer in the with the X
But I'm hardly in the mix and I confess
I definitely got a parts in me that I regret
Is the cup or is it half-full?
I fill mine up with Hennessy, get back to him
I'm a jazz musician trapped in a rap form
You think you for something you on a trap door
Well it's the, Mr.
I'm a dream, a sort of an inception
I fiend for the scene but I dreamed of the things
That a Mercedes brings, slow sex with fast women
Drinking I'm past grinning
A dress, fat ass in it
But still hit it I'm half-winded
Cause niggas me I'm the shit
Well I be hitting all dimes
See I'm by the visions of the blind
I as a king
Turned to a
Put us in our
We was forced to
bout the present day I'm living off the stage
Wonder if a ever get up out this cage
As I