Luyện nghe bài hát Caged Bird

[Intro: J.
Yeah, caged
Something like a bird
Caged
Yeah,

1: J. Cole]
You a man till you stop chasing your friends, my nigga
for yourself, make your own plans, my nigga
I'll be if I said I ain't understand, my nigga
Cause who you gon' follow when the all get swallowed
By reefer and bottles
In and out of jail
This is hell, see the young black in packed cells
they heads down
And they fists tight
Thinking "I could a hole through this wall
And I just might"
It's just like the caged I sing a song
Hoping they open up these and send a nigga home
I cry when I'm
I'm why would God send me here
Knowing that hate us
Knowing that they make us like we evil so we kill our people
Without a second thought, in lesson taught by OGs
We of real nigga wisdom, so we proceed
Like real niggas who been stripped of our
I see the judge's eyes, I that he ain't understanding me

[Hook: J.
A bird (Yeah, a caged bird)
(Let this little caged sing) Caged bird
Yeah, bird
just an illusion, that's my conclusion
And if it ain't, then how my niggas keep on theirs?
This goes out to childhood friends doin' years
Prison tats on backs like souvenirs
We wish you was here
A mother's tear spilled on this
A brother's tear spilled on page
How many left?
And can you find when you released
Still filled up rage
Back on the streets to peep that you still in the cage

2: Omen]
Well, the oratory vet
Turned down slash poet laureate
Used to paint a picture with a of neglect
I could've been a shorty 40s on the steps
a shorty on my lap
With a shorty on the way shortly to protect
I could've been a in the party with the X
But I'm hardly in the mix and I confess
I definitely got a couple in me that I regret
Is the cup or is it half-full?
I mine up with Hennessy, then get back to him
I'm just a musician trapped in a rap form
You think you standing for something you on a door
Well it's the, Mr.
I'm a dream, a sort of an inception
I never fiend for the scene but I of the things
That a Mercedes brings, like slow sex with women
Drinking cognac I'm grinning
A dress, fat ass in it
But still hit it I'm half-winded
Cause niggas tell me I'm the
I be hitting all these dimes
See I'm caged by the of the blind
I started as a
to a slave
Put us in our
We was forced to
Thinking bout the present day I'm living off the
Wonder if a nigga ever get up out this
As I