Luyện nghe bài hát Prisoner 1 & 2

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

Love is looking over various
And is habitually accelerating terror
[?] I just wanna be when I call God damn
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 tube
Visions say consult the yogi the gold shoes
With the Rollie bowling for the old school
I more for the Michaels
That's a loss for the class, and a score for the
Three hots and a cot, and cops
to find dinosaurs in the Bible
It's all in the jail-house
they ride in to find 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
in the library, looking at the law
10 years deep, now I'm at the bar
Claim sovereignty, because I'm bunkin' the morons
They degenerate, they ain't at the game
They just looking at the scores, be putting on my books
I'm looking at the stars, trade a shank for some crank
Now I'm at a war, BGF got the yard
AV got the snitches on PC
on a mission, but CO's got the prison
God got us all, God set us
God is the key, but the got the doors

Love is looking over various
And hate is accelerating terror
[?] I just wanna be collected when I God damn
I wanna be accepted 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 take the visits
Segregate niggas by and make 'em stay with it
Wicked, swung the shank around on a mop
They had to him out the cell with a SWAT Team
That's a cop team, sent hella cops, to stop, the helicoptering
Man, he thought that he'd fly away, like a kite, take
Like a letter on a string, like on a wing
But can't find the key
They made electric for his dying days
meals, no appeals for him to try and stay
On Death Row Suge and the late Pac
Maybe he could dig a tunnel out of A
And wear for the razor-wired gate top
Scared thugs going crazy in a box
Looking at the world the TV
And they gone, rapping over beats from the
Ay! That's how it is in a state
When your life is a number and release date
When you're rehabilitated so
And let's hope that's how living when you're set free

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

They they souls
sell they selves
They twelve, they old
old as hell
Old as jail, old as
Sold so much salt, no more salt on the shelves
You a prisoner too, you living too
You just like us, til' your shift get
You could like us, you know shit get through
You should be in cuffs like us, you should get 2
You should get like life, you should get woo!
You should get that twice! You get refused
The open road, no parole, and no control
Over your own soul, so control, your own remote control, that your can hold

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

Better watch niggas (en garde)

5th with the DOC
You can see CO see
opt his COP
3 and a C-O-T
Lived in a town, his whole life
left like [?]
Either at the prison, or it's no lights
In the system with the pol-ice
In the prison niggas for rights
Got a malice, on the other of the bars
Watching niggas get smart, watching get strong
niggas get home, he jealous
But deep down he
With each sweep down, he us
each peep down, he help us
Wrong one gon' his ass out though
It's why he gotta lock all the out for
Warden told the boy he better down
Step back from the brink and put the bomb
But how the whole world in your palm
why they treat niggas like shit
Writing raps to the taps, keep the face [?] on your cause these niggas might snap![?]

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

You better watch these (en garde)