Luyện nghe bài hát Chain Remains

Right about now, I think time you explained to everybody
The reason you wear this cahin around your neck, alright!

(Yo, yo this Daddy 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 shows as unfolds
snap in a trap now new minds explode
Learn the to find their goals
Locked in a where time is froze
God knows the heart hurts to see no sky, dirt
They give a man a cell quick before they give a man
So we get into this black, this black cat
Grow older like there's no heart and no soul
Bars and cement instead of for our people
Jails ain't nothing but the slave day
Trying to flee the of this nation
Seeing the plan ta plant the new plantation
They say we'll take the animals from and crops
Straight to forgotten wit locks to rotting our stocks
They draw a crooked line and wait for your ta fall under
Serving of my brothers another football number
Judges at our seeds, these 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? Who's bleeding? reading
I'm to explain the chain remain the same
Maintain for the and sisters locked

x4]
The remains

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

Nowadays still captured, still hear wicked laughter while shackled
We're beaten and then cuffed after we're tackled
We're while increasing the mugged and indecent
Hit one more time wit a jack then dragged in the precinct
Still don't know the back and forth, looking meaner, meant stripped
Made into a convict, booked then
How more times of this humiliation?
How many bouts do we have to lose while we fight for our rights in
This
That we supposed ta since birth
But the breaks on the bricks get worse, so 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 Fort Dix
and Illtown)

Some rob blocks, does it or should it?
While ghetto's dodge, 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 victory, the system conspired
The days of the riots retired
But brothers staying calm 'cause soldiers
Til when the only revolution, no we told ya
The chain til we up rise
Stuck in a land we ain't meant to survive
And I hope this suit ya, some work
Like a slave ta get a hit but won't to save for a future
And that's the cost is the man within
And we're just as as the land we in
balst, some based and some dropped down
And who sold it right now are lock down and rocked round
And it's been so much
That they it so that it ain't even no shock now

x5]

(This is Lil' Steve 1-6-0-0-6-0-5-0 at Fort Dix representing 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 locked down and I don't care if we
Definitely lock down the heat. Do something, do something bad. out!)

Yo what's up, this 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 from Camden, Big Jahud from Camden
And I'm out!!

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