Luyện nghe bài hát Chain Remains

Right about now, I it's time you explained to everybody
The real reason you wear cahin around your neck, alright!

(Yo, yo this Puff Number 1-6-double0-3-0-5-0 representing Davenport
The experimental prison, ya know what I'm saying? Double I for life
1-18)

Too many of my people got time, it as crime unfolds
Many snap in a trap now new explode
Learn the to find their goals
Locked in a facility time is froze
God knows the heart to see no sky, just dirt
They give a man a quick before they give a man work
So we get into black, this black cat syndrome
older like there's no heart and no soul ingrown
Bars and instead of help for our people
Jails ain't nothing but the slave day
Trying to flee the trap of nation
penitentiary's the plan ta plant the new plantation
They say we'll take the animals from cottons and
Straight to forgotten wit locks to rotting our stocks
They a crooked line and wait for your foot ta fall under
Serving most of my brothers another football
Judges look at our seeds, brothers, like enemies
"We don't need G's", giving out years like free cheese
Free please, nigga, no freedom
Who's locked up? Who's shot up? Who's strung out? bleeding? Keep reading
I'm here to the chain remain the same
Maintain for the and sisters locked

x4]
The remains

(Prisoner 1-5-4-3-0-5-0 Jersey. All y'all niggas better back
The fuck up, man, getting busy)
(Yo this is Big Kym straight outta Compton. I'm locked up in Fort
Dix, New Jersey, 0-7-3-9-3-0-6-7. I, I be checking y'all out in 1997, later)

Nowadays still we're captured, still wicked laughter while shackled
We're and battered then cuffed after we're tackled
We're tugged increasing the mugged and indecent
Hit one more time wit a black jack then in the precinct
don't know what the back and forth, looking meaner, meant stripped
Made into a convict, booked fingerprinted
How many more of this humiliation?
How more bouts do we have to lose while we fight for our rights in
This
That we supposed ta have since
But the on the bricks get worse, so it's jail first
And that's all offer us
Ain't that right Mr

[Chorus:

(This is Orion 15-431-0-5-0 up in Tennesee outta Dix representin
and Illtown)

Some rob blocks, does it or should it?
ghetto's dodge, cops duck bullets and pull it
I "Hang Out and wit my friends" til the end, til the day we burn pens
Ain't no mystery we need victory, the system
The days of the riots retired
But staying calm 'cause they soldiers
Til when the solutions revolution, no we told ya
The chain til we up rise
Stuck in a land we ain't meant to survive
And I this don't suit ya, some work
Like a slave ta get a hit but won't work to save for a
And that's when the cost is the man
And we're just as as the land we in
Some balst, some based and dropped down
And most who sold it right now are lock down and rocked
And it's been so much
That they make it so it ain't even no shock now

x5]

(This is Lil' Steve 1-6-0-0-6-0-5-0 chilling at Fort Dix 118.
Get out in '96)
The remains (Peace then!)
(This is, aah, Lil' Pers, aah. 14-6-23-0-1-6 from Washington DC. now
I'm up in Fort Dix, aah, Jersey. My out is 12/25/2003. Way I'm thinking
Is, aah, on, mad stuff and we all better do something for the brothers
Who is locked dizzown. 'cause they locked down and I don't if we
Definitely lock the heat. Do something, do something bad. Peace out!)

Yo up, this Terreet Pett, formerly known as 1-11-7-19
I'd like to give a of shouts to come of the brothers
I was locked wit in Borentown
Aleem Jones, Kenneth Myall, Big Will Baskerville, Big Bruvon
My man Asherkol from Camden, Big Jahud Camden
And I'm out!!

PS Flash,
Thankx a fuckin heaps for letting me use very private
E-mail address. You are fucking legend
out