Luyện nghe bài hát Behind Enemy Lines

Yo, little pops is locked, he wanna pop the lock
But ain't nothin' but a private stock
And she be dreamin' 'bout his of release, she hate the police
But loved by her who hugs and kisses 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 Fred Hampton Jr., looks like him
just like him, talks just like him
And it might be frightenin', the feds and the
See him organize the gang, and sisters

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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