Luyện nghe bài hát Behind Enemy Lines

Yo, little pops is locked, he wanna pop the lock
But prison ain't nothin' but a private
And she be 'bout 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But know how the game go
Deez kicked in the door and guess who they came for
A young nigga headed for the pen, coulda been, been
see the hood again

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

Behind lines, my niggas is cellmates
Most of the youth escape the jail fate
Super maximum camps will advance they game
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 dinero, estoy aqu jodo en la crcel meto

You gotta be locked up to be in prison
how we livin'
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 gotta be up to be in prison
how we livin'
30,000 a day, up in the bing, standin' routine
put is in a box just like our life on the block
Behind lines