Luyện nghe bài hát Chain Remains

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

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

Too many of my people got time, it as crime unfolds
Many snap in a now new minds explode
Learn the ability to find their
Locked in a facility where time is
God the heart hurts to see no sky, just dirt
They give a man a cell quick before they give a man
So we get into this black, this cat syndrome
older like there's no heart and no soul ingrown
Bars and cement instead of help for our
ain't nothing but the slave day sequel
Trying to the trap 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 plotting to rotting our stocks
They draw a crooked line and wait for your ta fall under
Serving most of my brothers another number
Judges look at our seeds, brothers, like enemies
Saying "We don't need G's", giving out years like cheese
please, nigga, ain't no freedom
Who's locked up? Who's shot up? Who's strung out? Who's bleeding? Keep
I'm here to explain the remain the same
Maintain for the brothers and sisters

x4]
The remains

(Prisoner 1-5-4-3-0-5-0 representing Jersey. All niggas better back
The up, man, it's getting busy)
(Yo this is Big Kym coming 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 we're captured, still hear wicked laughter while shackled
We're beaten and battered cuffed after we're tackled
tugged while increasing the mugged and indecent
Hit one more wit a black jack then dragged in the precinct
don't know what the back and forth, looking meaner, meant stripped
Made into a convict, booked fingerprinted
How many more times of this
How many more bouts do we to lose while we fight for our rights in
This
we supposed ta have since birth
But the on the bricks get worse, so it's jail first
And that's all they us
that right Mr Officer?

[Chorus:

(This is Orion up in Tennesee outta Fort Dix representin
and Illtown)

Some rob blocks, does it matter or 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
no mystery we need victory, the system conspired
The days of the ain't retired
But brothers calm 'cause they soldiers
Til when the only revolution, no we told ya
The remains til we up rise
Stuck in a where we ain't meant to survive
And I this don't suit ya, some work
Like a ta get a hit but won't 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 so much
That they make it so that it ain't even no now

x5]

(This is Lil' Steve 1-6-0-0-6-0-5-0 at Fort Dix representing 118.
Get out in '96)
The chain (Peace then!)
(This is, aah, Pers, aah. 14-6-23-0-1-6 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. 'cause they locked down and I don't if we
Definitely down 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 couple of shouts to come of the
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,
Thankx a fuckin heaps for letting me use this very
E-mail address. You truly are legend
out