Luyện nghe bài hát Protective Custody

of (mood)}
Yo, move recite
write scripts for actors
Don't rap the facts, till they attack the catch
Handcuff the shackel, stand up get
The featers of your leaders heaters on their apple
Keep quiet, be the sphere no weak vibe
We defy, a new in it root, for wise
Got to stop it, and taxes for guns, and wackers
Puttin prophet's in pockets
And lock it till I

{dante & flow (of mood)}
Mf: they stoled knots, hold spots, trapped in the block
Dt: we globetrot, we roll pop, running old cops
Mf: the shots, cold plots, babylon's gold pot
Dt: loan glocks, cold shots, set off like we sold

{main (of mood)}
We dealing narcs and cases
Deaths parking spaces
Evil hearts are races, or higher dark
Brutality on mark faces, car
Incarceration, unite so we can the nation

You got the to remain silent and at the same time
You got the right to remain violent and aim
They got no love for, slugs for you
Who want it? I fight back a rat when he cornered
Catch me at the light, tinted, 35 percent
Breakin ya neck, to see in it
What is my trying to live, without the nonsense
You dying to

{tiye
Yo yo, the spokesqueen, number one tiye
The black venus
Dopper then tae bo, every man, and child know
We unified against the shooters of diallo
And now there to lose like luther at the apollo
For amistad to amadou, attacked in these
The term cop really stands for cappin our
They shot a 40 round, are brother got down
We push thru the border now, jahad hold it down

{brezzly (of the juggaknots)}
You be a fuckin accident, the beast was barkin
You wanna know how many to rob a new yorker?
And the attrocity,
Millimeters from the kids set the
With a ferocity, seemin as it's
While I innocent, but stressing it
You sure it was decolit,
It of been an isolated incident
Nothing was found, no hard feelings I bad guys
Strutting around like christ huttin the site

{talib
goes out to mc's who used to rock in washington square park
Now guiliani got it locked dark, so he mastered the art
Of the death, shadow is a, nuff of a battle
To the police,
And have to above the trap of the barrel
My people blood in the streets
I'm running from beast
Can I get a response from all the revolutionaries in this
(yeah!!)
up, 'cause of the way we think they want to incarcerate us
They think time will break us, but time won't us

I rock a vest when I take shots to the balls
The type write the word police on a unmarked car
I resent you, gettin off easy if they you
I end you, they use your own gun against you
It's all mental, my man in the streets
I'm pouring out liquor, until there's to drink
That's how many cats died, slaid by the
night, 5-0 held caught in the streets

*scratching by el p & mr. len of company

Petrofied little venomist, yard outcasts
From disfunctional world of garbage
Community out, seekin power over
Confiscate from miniscule court
And repress activity style,
Need of when standing
Spliff of the semi-retarted, or pro
Spontaneous violence and lying
Package dukes that has a lunchbox with a
And ku klux ring
Who sing kumbaya to the of a man dying

(of medina green)}
Y'all seen the front page? another man slayed
By the beast hit with a rain, or 4 glocks got
Hey giuliani, was 41 shots
Now my people's got to worry, bout the cops that be me
all I see is just us
Gettin knocked locked and bust, a word discussed
Nypd, be nypig
I don't deal with the swine, don't want swine dealin me

{what? }
shot happy motherfuckers legally ready to blaze
With raised triggas and cocked back with to fake figgas
Who and innocent, fuck it let's get militant
Run up in the precint, with gats
full clips loaded, aimed at there heads
Stay in the feds, double 20 plus one to blood red
Revenge, we must to avenge my brother, we coming
The first sister holdin the

{john
El capitano my guns high
I run from new york I'm alumni
The fact I'm in it, half street, half
I memorize my stash number, the flash
Ya pig stinch, plus your badge
Ya precinct, and the irish lad you served
I'm probaly grinding drugs, come hittin the kitchen
A black man in a car will fit the description
You gettin quick
You fuck, I was born in it

{mr.
I seen it happen before, and it could happen
You on a mine on your own and then you let by your friends
'cause they ain't down to scrap, just wanna ride in benz
But when the is on the beat, that's when the party begins
a karate picture, the way the mop the floor with ya
All caught up in the heat, not a doctor can you
Nobody movin with you, 'cause you really ain't it
Now there's fear in heart, and there's blood in your mouth
like something we never seen before
It's almost like we it all
Live or die, or, my blood is what they fiending for
My screamin for the justice we deserve
Set 41 back, we leaving 22 in the

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