Luyện nghe bài hát Caged Bird

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

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

J. Cole]
A caged (Yeah, a caged bird)
(Let this little caged sing) Caged bird
Yeah, caged
Freedom's just an illusion, my conclusion
And if it ain't, how my niggas keep on losin' theirs?
This goes out to childhood friends doin' years
Prison tats on they backs souvenirs
We wish you was here
A tear spilled on this page
A brother's tear on this page
How days left?
And can you find when you released
filled up wit' rage
Back on the streets just to peep that you 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 a shorty drinking 40s on the steps
a shorty on my lap
With a shorty on the way coming shortly to
I could've been a in the party with the X
But I'm hardly in the mix and I confess
I got a couple parts in me that I regret
Is the cup or is it half-full?
I fill up with Hennessy, then get back to him
I'm just a jazz musician trapped in a rap
You think you for something you on a trap door
Well the, Mr. Introspective
I'm a dreamers dream, a sort of an
I never fiend for the but I dreamed of the things
That a Mercedes brings, slow sex with fast women
cognac I'm past grinning
A dress, fat ass in it
But still hit it I'm half-winded
Cause niggas tell me I'm the
Well I be hitting all dimes
See I'm caged by the of the blind
I as a king
Turned to a
Put us in our
We was forced to
Thinking bout the present day I'm off the stage
Wonder if a nigga ever get up out this
As I