Luyện nghe bài hát Penitentiary

[**feat. Ghostface
[Intro: (Ghostface Killah)~]
Come here, pussy, prosthetic hard ass
Yo, where Levi's that I left on ya bunk, nigga?
Don't stand on the of this bunk no more, man, for real
You see Rae and Ghost flicks over there, nigga?
Don't them shits, nigga
up, I'ma break both chains on ya ass, nigga
(Aiyo, Bundy, make sure you crack cell number five, fifteen early)
{Bundy: Yeah, yo, I got you, you some of these donuts?}
(Nah, I'm good, just make you handle my man right, one.)
(Ghostface Killah)
We up at three mart, blowing, little dust to lift the up
The she had was Bulgari, golden, Spanish kid let him hold it
He said he hit him three cartons of menthol, the kid let him roll with it
(The face had in it, the bass in his voice
Now he's acting like he ain't and po' in it)
Crock pots are steaming, rice and Jack Mack
With batter, it's cold in here
10: 45 we lock in, out the headphones, jump in the bunk
(The tunes is knocking) Knowing all my goons is
Two C.O.'s is on the cat walk (Yo, Spoons, popping?)
Yo, it nothing, baby, you cool?
Yeah, I'm that rest, you know that G.E.D. shit with the school?
(True, guess what it do
But on the low I got two big gem stars I'm to you
Matter of fact gon' hide in ya food
All you do is the grits out the way, then you get up and move
Go to sleep, nigga, go 'head and rest, I'ma my count
set you out, later my dude, one)
[Chorus:
Mop wringer magic, mess hall the best
Come the yard, getting fed lead burgers
Testing anything bling
Fresh sneakers, we the best
True, watch me in the cling
(Ghostface Killah)
Six A.M., the unlock
Horn the child, I'm half sleep, yo, the pots
I see the ice grills, bum niggaz talking to me
coal in they eye, I can't finish my meal
(Under the grits, two of steel)
Spoon had left, we got guns though, we trying to chill
Big walked in, him and Seville
(With in they eyes, early bird like they ready to kill)
[Repeat (2x)