Luyện nghe bài hát 25 to Life

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

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

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

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

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

Oh God loaded in the semi auto quoted
cat never voted picture me on the scene
huntin' for greens like Mike Meyers trick or treatin' on
mashed down in the servin' the fiends
kill or be killed metal pipes under the
in the city slicker bust checks or cess
ruffneck love liquor & act figures on the streets
no gloves pullin' knives out the 'fridge out cold cuts
ugh streets real thug so recognize thug close yo' eyes
you to die thug!
Call the President I'm blowin' up ya
spill acid on the corpse to clear the
Protestors outside free Gotti
guard your body SWAT teams is waitin' the shotty

Y'all need to

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