Luyện nghe bài hát Behind Enemy Lines

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

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

So he had to be yo, you know 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 enemy lines, my is cellmates
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

(Hello?)
Collect call from
(Where are you?)
Yo is crazy 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 child got turned into a

His pops was a Vietnam veteran on
Used like a pawn by 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 paper
the chrome like a blind man hold a cane
Tattoos all over his chest so you could know his

But y'all know how the go
Deez kicked in the front door and guess who they for
A young nigga headed for the pen, coulda been, shoulda
see the hood again

Behind enemy lines, my niggas is
of the youth never escape the jail fate
Super maximum 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 us in the hands of the man locked up

Cuando yo llamo, t no me quieres escuchar
No he visto mis hijos, mi mujer, no me mandan
No tengo dinero, estoy aqu en la crcel meto

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

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