Luyện nghe bài hát Prisoner 1 & 2

Mislaid make a mess made
Damnation, let's play hands and
That's without, a boycott and a
Afro-Black pick in a fist out
From the "welcome home" to the out
Reach a rabbit, pull a trick out
preaching to a faggot with his dick out
Hard times call for [?]
Sick, sick, sick from the nose pressure
Police snip, zip on the protesters
Six in the fry of a molester
Met him at a bar out in Odessa
Dirty breaking all the old records
A hoes, one shovel and some old treasure
[?] use thief as a tester
Finger rolls, waves, closet full of old leathers
Old sweaters, old boots, that's a whole suit for some cold
New sale, two L's and old letters
Now he doing double life, while she lead a life
Man, he need another
New approach might help a nigga bowl
New might help a nigga hold together
Or will the new lane lead em' to the pen
And the hunger in em' to the same tin

Love is over various errors
And hate is accelerating terror
[?] I just wanna be collected when I call God
I don't be accepted not as all as I am
Visitor, visitor, prisoner, prisoner,

Getting slammed the protest, no food
Force fed him like OB with a nose
say consult the yogi with the gold shoes
With the going bowling for the old school
I need more for the
That's a loss for the class, and a score for the
Three hots and a cot, and some
Trying to dinosaurs in the Bible
all quiet in the jail-house
Then they ride in to the empty cells out
They was looking for the swords, they was for the swords
I'm just looking at they feet, cause I'm for the lord
Looking in the library, at the law
10 years deep, now I'm at the bar
Claim sovereignty, I'm bunkin' with the morons
degenerate, they ain't looking at the game
They just looking at the scores, they be on my books
Cause I'm looking at the stars, trade a for some crank
Now I'm looking at a war, BGF got the
AV got the snitches on PC
Eminem on a mission, but CO's got the
God got us all, God set us
God is the key, but the got the doors

Love is looking over errors
And hate is habitually terror
[?] I just wanna be when I call God damn
I don't wanna be not as all as I am
Visitor, visitor, prisoner, prisoner,

on the glass, stare at some killer
Might him in the ass
Staff getting rigid, wasn't gonna away the visits
Segregate niggas by theyself and 'em stay with it
Wicked, swung the shank on a mop string
They had to pull him out the cell with a Team
a cop team, they sent hella cops, to stop, the helicoptering
Man, he thought that he'd fly away, like a kite, flight
Like a letter on a string, like on a wing
But they find the key
made electric chairs for his dying days
Last meals, no for him to try and stay
On Death Row Suge and the late Pac
he could dig a tunnel out of A Block
And gloves for the razor-wired gate top
Scared thugs going in a caged box
Looking at the through the TV
And they gone, rapping over beats the tabletops
Ay! That's how it is in a state
When your life is a number and release date
When rehabilitated so correctly
And hope that's how you're living when you're set free

Love is looking over various
And hate is habitually terror
[?] I wanna be collected when I call God damn
I don't wanna be not as all as I am
Visitor, visitor, prisoner, prisoner,

They sell they
They sell selves
ain't twelve, they old
Niggas old as
Old as jail, old as
Sold so much salt, no more salt on the shelves
You a too, you living here too
You just us, til' your shift get through
You could look like us, you know shit get
You should be in cuffs like us, you get strike 2
You should get like life, you should get woo!
You get that twice! You should get refused
The open road, that's no parole, and no
Over your own soul, so control, your own remote control, that your can hold

You better watch niggas (en garde)
If it was up to me, I would never unlock niggas
rehabilitate, man, I would just box these niggas and throw away the key
I'd throw away the key like the coast watching me
(I'd away the keys)
You better these niggas (en garde)
If it was up to me, I would never unlock niggas
Wouldn't rehabilitate, man, I just box these niggas and throw away the key
I'd throw the key like the coast guard watching me
(I'd away the keys)

Better watch niggas (en garde)

5th year the DOC
You can see CO see
opt his COP
3 and a C-O-T
in a small town, his whole life
Never left [?]
Either working at the prison, or it's no
In the system working the pol-ice
In the stripping niggas for rights
Got a malice, on the side of the bars
Watching niggas get smart, niggas get strong
niggas get home, he jealous
But down he jealous
With sweep down, he tell us
With each down, he help us
Wrong one gon' knock his ass out
why he gotta lock all the niggas out for
Warden told the boy he better calm
Step back the brink and put the bomb down
But how the whole world in your palm
why they treat niggas like shit
Writing raps to the taps, keep the face [?] on your knees cause niggas might snap![?]

You better watch niggas (en garde)
If it was up to me, I would never these niggas
Wouldn't rehabilitate, man, I would just box niggas and throw away the key
I'd throw away the key like the coast guard me
(I'd throw the keys)
You better watch niggas (en garde)
If it was up to me, I would never unlock these
Wouldn't rehabilitate, man, I would just box these niggas and away the key
I'd throw away the key the coast guard watching me
(I'd away the keys)

You watch these niggas (en garde)