Luyện nghe bài hát Behind Enemy Lines

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

in 12-4-1969, 4 o'clock in the mornin, it's terrible but it's fine
'Cuz Hampton Jr., looks just like him
just like him, talks just like him
And it be frightenin', the feds 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 ignited the of the young black and poor

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

yo llamo, como t no me quieres escuchar
No he visto mis hijos, mi mujer, no me retratos
No dinero, estoy aqu jodo en la crcel meto

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 like our life on the
Behind enemy

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