Luyện nghe bài hát Behind Enemy Lines

Yo, little Khadejah pops is locked, he pop the lock
But ain't nothin' but a private stock
And she be dreamin' 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 the government shot dead

Back in 12-4-1969, 4 o'clock in the mornin, it's but it's fine
'Cuz 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 yo, you know how the game go
18 because the 5-0 said so
They he set a fire to a Arab store
But he ignited the of the young black and poor

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

(Hello?)
call from Ness
(Where are you?)
Yo shit is crazy boo, I you
(Have you alright?)
Yo, can you put some money in my

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

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

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

But know 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
see the hood again

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

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

yo llamo, como t no me quieres escuchar
No he mis hijos, mi mujer, no me mandan retratos
No tengo dinero, estoy aqu jodo en la crcel

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

You ain't be locked up to be in prison
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