Luyện nghe bài hát Behind Enemy Lines

Yo, little Khadejah pops is locked, he pop the lock
But ain't nothin' but a private stock
And she be dreamin' 'bout his date of release, she hate the
But loved by her grandma who and kisses her
Her father's a political prisoner, Fred
Son of a Panther the government shot dead

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

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

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

(Hello?)
Collect call from
(Where are you?)
Yo is crazy boo, I miss you
(Have you alright?)
Yo, can you put some in my commisary?

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

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

Just a young boy, born to a of poverty
Hustlin', robbery, whatever brung the paper
Carried the chrome like a blind man hold a
Tattoos all over his chest so you could know his

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

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

Behind lines, my niggas 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, como t no me escuchar
No he visto mis hijos, mi mujer, no me mandan
No tengo dinero, aqu jodo en la crcel meto

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

You ain't gotta be locked up to be in
how we livin'
30,000 a day, up in the bing, standin' routine
They put is in a box just like our on the block
Behind enemy