Luyện nghe bài hát Chain Remains

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

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

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

x4]
The remains

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

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

[Chorus:

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

Some rob blocks, it matter or should it?
While dodge, cops duck bullets and pull it
I "Hang Out and Hustle wit my friends" til the end, til the day we burn
Ain't no mystery we victory, the system conspired
The days of the riots ain't
But brothers staying calm they soldiers
Til when the only solutions revolution, no we ya
The remains til we up rise
Stuck in a land we ain't meant to survive
And I hope this suit ya, some work
Like a ta get a hit but won't work to save for a future
And that's when the is the man within
And we're just as as the land we in
Some balst, some based and some down
And most who sold it right now are lock and rocked round
And it's happening so much
That they make it so it ain't even no shock now

x5]

(This is Lil' Steve chilling at Fort Dix representing 118.
Get out in '96)
The chain (Peace then!)
(This is, aah, Lil' Pers, aah. from Washington DC. Right now
I'm up in Fort Dix, aah, Jersey. My out date is 12/25/2003. Way I'm
Is, aah, it's on, mad stuff and we all better do something for the
Who is locked dizzown. they locked down and I don't care if we
Definitely lock the heat. Do something, do something bad. Peace out!)

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

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