Luyện nghe bài hát Behind Enemy Lines

Yo, little Khadejah pops is locked, he pop the lock
But prison ain't nothin' but a 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 prisoner, free Fred
Son of a Panther that the government dead

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

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

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

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

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

His pops was a Vietnam veteran on
Used like a by these white North Americans
Mama handle the stress so went crazy
Grandmama had to raise the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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