Luyện nghe bài hát Chain Remains

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

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

Too many of my got time, it shows as crime unfolds
Many in a trap now new minds explode
Learn the ability to find goals
Locked in a facility where is froze
God knows the hurts to see no sky, just dirt
They give a man a cell quick they give a man work
So we get into this black, this black cat
Grow older like no heart and no soul ingrown
and cement instead of help for our people
Jails ain't but the slave day sequel
Trying to flee the of this nation
Seeing the plan ta plant the new plantation
They say we'll take the animals from cottons and
Straight to forgotten wit locks plotting to our stocks
They draw a crooked line and wait for your foot ta under
Serving most of my brothers football number
Judges at our seeds, these brothers, like enemies
Saying "We don't need G's", out years like free cheese
Free please, nigga, ain't no
Who's locked up? shot up? Who's strung out? Who's bleeding? Keep reading
I'm to explain the chain remain the same
Maintain for the brothers and locked

x4]
The remains

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

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

x10]

(This is 15-431-0-5-0 up in Tennesee outta 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 wit my friends" til the end, til the day we burn pens
Ain't no we need victory, the system conspired
The days of the ain't retired
But brothers calm 'cause they soldiers
Til when the only solutions revolution, no we ya
The chain remains til we up
Stuck in a where we ain't meant to survive
And I hope this don't ya, some work
Like a slave ta get a hit but work to save for a future
And when the cost is the man within
And we're as lost as the land we in
balst, some based and some dropped down
And most who sold it right now are lock down and round
And it's been happening so
they make it so that 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 chain (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 date is 12/25/2003. Way I'm
Is, aah, on, mad stuff and we all better do something for the brothers
Who is locked dizzown. 'cause they down and I don't care if we
Definitely down the heat. Do something, do something bad. Peace out!)

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

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