Luyện nghe bài hát Behind Enemy Lines

Yo, little Khadejah pops is locked, he wanna pop the
But prison nothin' but a private stock
And she be dreamin' 'bout his of release, she hate the police
But loved by her who hugs and kisses her
Her father's a prisoner, free Fred
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 Jr., looks just like him
Walks just like him, just 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 because the 5-0 said so
They said he set a fire to a Arab
But he ignited the minds of the young and poor

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

enemy lines, my niggas is cellmates
Most of the youth never escape the fate
Super maximum camps will advance they 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, estoy aqu en la crcel meto

You ain't 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 like our life on the
Behind enemy

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