Luyện nghe bài hát Behind Enemy Lines

Yo, little pops is locked, he wanna pop the lock
But prison ain't nothin' but a stock
And she be dreamin' 'bout his date of release, she the police
But by her grandma who hugs and kisses her
Her father's a political prisoner, free
Son of a Panther that the government shot

Back in 12-4-1969, 4 o'clock in the mornin, terrible but it's fine
'Cuz Fred Hampton Jr., looks just him
Walks just like him, talks like him
And it might be frightenin', the and the snitches
See him the gang, brothers and sisters

So he had to be framed yo, you how the game go
18 years the 5-0 said so
They he set a fire to a Arab store
But he the minds of the young black and poor

Behind enemy lines, my niggas is
Most of the never escape the jail fate
Super camps will advance they game plan
To keep us in the hands of the man up

(Hello?)
call from Ness
(Where are you?)
Yo shit is boo, I miss you
(Have you alright?)
Yo, can you put some money in my

Little Kenny been Lucy since he was 12
Now he 25 up wit a L
They call him K, 'cuz he killed 3 niggas
Another ghetto got turned into a killa

His pops was a Vietnam on heroin
Used like a pawn by these white Americans
Mama couldn't handle the so went crazy
Grandmama had to the baby

a young boy, born to a life of poverty
Hustlin', robbery, whatever brung the home
Carried the chrome like a man hold a cane
all over his chest so you could know his name

But y'all how the game go
Deez kicked in the front and guess who they came for
A young nigga headed for the pen, been, shoulda been
Never see the again

Behind enemy lines, my niggas is
Most of the youth escape the jail fate
Super maximum will advance they game plan
To us in the hands of the man locked up

Behind enemy lines, my is cellmates
Most of the youth never the jail fate
maximum camps will advance they game plan
To keep us in the hands of the man up

Cuando yo llamo, t no me quieres escuchar
No he visto mis hijos, mi mujer, no me mandan
No tengo dinero, estoy aqu jodo en la crcel

You ain't be locked up to be in prison
Look how we
30,000 niggas a day, up in the bing, routine
They put is in a box just our life on the block
Behind lines

You ain't be locked up to be in prison
Look how we
30,000 niggas a day, up in the bing, standin'
They put is in a box just like our life on the
Behind enemy