Luyện nghe bài hát Behind Enemy Lines

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

Back in 12-4-1969, 4 o'clock in the mornin, it's terrible but it's
Fred Hampton Jr., looks just like him
Walks just like him, talks like him
And it might be frightenin', the feds and the
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
said he set a fire to a Arab store
But he ignited the minds of the black and poor

Behind enemy lines, my niggas is
Most of the youth never escape the jail
Super maximum camps advance they game plan
To keep us in the 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 in my commisary?

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

His was a Vietnam veteran on heroin
like a pawn by these white North 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 blind man hold a
Tattoos all over his chest so you could know his

But y'all how the game 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 hood

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

enemy lines, my niggas is cellmates
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

Cuando yo llamo, t no me quieres escuchar
No he visto mis hijos, mi mujer, no me mandan
No tengo dinero, 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, standin'
put is in a box just like our life on the block
Behind lines

You gotta 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 like our life on the block
enemy lines