Luyện nghe bài hát Caged Bird

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

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

J. Cole]
A caged (Yeah, a caged bird)
(Let this little caged sing) Caged bird
Yeah, caged
Freedom's an illusion, that's my conclusion
And if it ain't, then how my niggas on losin' theirs?
This out to childhood friends that's doin' years
Prison tats on they backs souvenirs
We wish that you was
A mother's tear spilled on this
A tear spilled on this page
How many left?
And can you peace when you released
filled up wit' rage
Back on the streets just to peep that you in the cage

[Verse 2:
Well, the oratory vet
Turned down slash poet laureate
to paint a picture with a story of neglect
I could've been a shorty drinking 40s on the
a shorty on my lap
With a shorty on the way shortly to protect
I could've a dealer in the party with the X
But I'm hardly in the mix and I partially
I definitely got a couple parts in me that I
Is the cup half-empty or is it
I fill mine up Hennessy, then get back to him
I'm just a jazz musician trapped in a rap
You think you standing for something you on a door
it's the, Mr. Introspective
I'm a dreamers dream, a of an inception
I never fiend for the scene but I of the things
That a Mercedes brings, like sex with fast women
cognac I'm past grinning
A dress, fat ass in it
But hit it till I'm half-winded
Cause tell me I'm the shit
Well I be all these dimes
See I'm by the visions of the blind
I started as a
to a slave
Put us in our
We was forced to
Thinking the present day I'm living off the stage
Wonder if a ever get up out this cage
As I