Luyện nghe bài hát Parole

[Intro: Technique (parole officer)]
(980505A) Yeah nigga
(You parole) What?
(Pack stuff) The fuck?
(And get the out of here) A-haha
Aiyyo man, about motherfuckin time man
Aiyyo G, aiyyo G son, I got my man
I'm out motherfucker!

Technique]
Yeah, I'm out of jail, and I'm going back again
selling heroin, never selling crack again
Don't work for the coke packagin
Don't fire indiscriminate, the mac again
My people are stuck behind like a mannequin
They pretend to give a fuck, like the Vatican
chance, faith based, two-faced Samaritans
Every time we back, they... [record rewinds]
I'm out of jail, and I'm never going back
Never heroin, never selling crack again
I'm out of jail, and I'm never going back
I'm out of, I'm out of (I'm out motherfucker!)

Yeah, I'm out of jail, and I'm never back again
selling heroin, never selling crack again
Don't work for the government coke
fire indiscriminate, with the mac again
My are stuck behind glass like a mannequin
They pretend to a fuck, just like the Vatican
Second chance, faith based, Samaritans
Every time we come back, they keep on in
Prison labor, third-world sweatshop
'til we the whole fuckin garrison
Yeah, poverty, makes people do, things
But corporations do worse to protect they
Prisons are more, overcrowded the rap game
say you more likely to go to jail with a black name
Freakonomics I speak through ebonics
and fuck Phonics, niggaz is (Hooked On) chronic
But if you on stage with the DEA, as hype man
Don't get locked up, and blame the white man
We transformed and criminal enterprises
O.G.'s as advisors
Before they, send us to war, after they us
But I won't let 'em use us Teddy Roosevelt's Rough Riders
My movement's like a jujitsu
I graduated outta prison, so FUCK my alma nigga

[Interlude: Immortal (woman)]
(Hello?) Yeah yeah, up yo?
(Hey, how you doin?) Yo, you know
I got my papers (you're fuckin lying!)
Yo I'm comin home to you, I'll see you in a day and a half
([screams] Oh my God, I'm so happy! Are you serious?)
([screams] I'm so happy! Are you serious?)
Yeah, I'm dead serious baby, I'm comin (oh my God!)
Put the blue thing on for me, aight?
(You got baby, yeah!)

[Immortal
I'm on parole, and I'll never be alone
Fuck this place baby, I'm home again
wrapped around me so I'll, never be cold again
Never have to a nigga out, for the phone again
Prison ain't the that you find your rite of passage in
It's slavery, nasty food in your abdomen
Middle passage, of the ship, how they pack 'em in
Perpetrators on some fake shit, sweeter than
snitches without corroborating evidence
Niggaz sellin out for true to be, Benjamins
But now I'm free, hit the block, eatin
Benihana in and out, flow to eat to in
Newspaper pencillin, to pay the rent again
Ex-con job interview, nobody
Feelin from the frustation I got pent up in
But not to go back to the place, I was sent up in
Turn my own life around, fuck the
Listenin to hip-hop like "Where the fuck the went?"
How the fuck did you replace, lyrics with swaggerin?
I'ma fix that, rhymin on the mag-a-num
I roll up in a caravan, full of North
My squad got, more niggaz than the Saracens
Cause just watch (watch!) when the terrorists attack
Their reaction's gonna be draft 'em and send us again

I'm on parole, and never be alone again
Fuck this place baby, I'm comin home
wrapped around me so I'll, never be cold again
Never have to knock a nigga out, for the again
Prison ain't the place that you your rite of passage in
slavery, with nasty food in your abdomen
Middle passage, bottom of the ship, how they 'em in
Perpetrators on fake shit, sweeter than saccharin
I'm on