Luyện nghe bài hát Penitentiary

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