Luyện nghe bài hát 25 to Life

Wyclef
Yo to my people doing time, Xzibit, Juvenile, y'all to
Nature, Ja Rule, Reptile on
the heat.

Look, I'm inhumane livin' in this of pain
with a thousand street hustlers
down on luck
Repeat felons up with the death I was sellin'
and for the past three months yo I can still hear my yellin'
but I can't to my conscience it's nonsense
if I didn't I'd be the nigga in the suit in the box under the ground
fox chased by the hound locked permanent frown Xzibit get
by iron by the pound for the tough individual
runnin' run his mouth throw some with the General
walk one day in the shoes of a
death disease your luxuries to a minimal
I'm not about weed, jewels, & Bentleys
I'm about clean clothes, hot food, and Dentyne
see what I mean livin' the scum of the earth
hit with plenty of time to adjust to on the inside
(Wyclef)

You got me fucked up I'm
look I ain't do shit you don't want to hear my side
but you believin' that
You makin' my nerves bad I need to me a jo'
I know y'all ain't even thinkin' 'bout lettin' me go
Where my lawyer, nigga told me Juv' I can't do for ya
Y'all go tell that to my mother & my
but they gon' cus y'all so you even bother
you know that shit ain't right bitch didn't see nothin'
'cause it was dark at night but I us blacks
look the same to y'all passin' around like a game of ball
This is my felony plus my third strike
man I goin' home I got 25 to Life.

QU New York, you try to criticize me I you
the same muthafucka since in high school
any beat I shed light to crazy wattage
Blankin' out bought my first eight ball for eighty
learned who not to trust grew
so start to hate me same time the boys in blue watch us
circlin' but they don't slow down you to court
think you seein' Judge Joe Brown they just
throwin' Tyson back in another year
fuckin' with a nigga's career I back at bust in the air
give me space beats with bass drink my Hennessey straight
'til I hurl out world clout I'll take niggas hearts
and turn killers into girl works of art
from the Hydro roller-slash-hustler CEO-slash-retired soldier

Ja
Kill or be killed behind the wall 40 day
still the of murderer true to the sport
I bang with the best niggas career criminals
now I'm in with these lookin' to feel me out
Hollerin' 'bout how gon' hit on me now
Niggas is wild bangin' before trial
new new trial I don't give a fuck
I'm the yard ox taped to my nuts
ready to self destruct Lord I wanna die
but what your honor to hit me with 25
I know that real recognize hustle
and die these niggas in the struggle
Ya me

Oh God shells loaded in the semi auto
unknown cat never voted picture me on the
for greens like Mike Meyers trick or treatin' on Halloween
mashed in the fatigues servin' the fiends
or be killed metal pipes under the sleeve
in the slicker bust checks or puff cess
ruffneck love liquor & act figures on the streets
no gloves knives out the 'fridge handin' out cold cuts
ugh streets real thug so recognize thug close yo' thug
you to die thug!
Call the President I'm up ya residence
spill on the corpse to clear the evidence
Protestors outside screamin' free
your body SWAT teams is waitin' with the shotty

Wyclef: need to

For all my doin' time keep your head up
Jerry "Wonder" New Millenium new millenium come on