Luyện nghe bài hát Behind Enemy Lines

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

in 12-4-1969, 4 o'clock in the mornin, it's terrible 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 the gang, brothers and sisters

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

Behind enemy lines, my niggas is
Most of the youth never the jail fate
maximum camps will advance they game plan
To keep us in the 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 been smokin' Lucy since he was 12
Now he 25 up wit a L
They call him triple K, he killed 3 niggas
ghetto child got turned into a killa

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

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

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

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

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

Cuando yo llamo, como t no me quieres
No he visto mis hijos, mi mujer, no me retratos
No tengo dinero, estoy aqu 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'
They put is in a box just our life on the block
enemy lines

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