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 of my people got time, it shows as crime unfolds
Many snap in a trap now new minds
Learn the to find their goals
Locked in a facility time is froze
God knows the heart hurts to see no sky, just
They give a man a cell quick before they a man work
So we get into this black, this black cat
Grow older like no heart and no soul ingrown
Bars and cement instead of help for our
Jails nothing but the slave day sequel
Trying to the trap of this nation
Seeing penitentiary's the plan ta the new plantation
They say we'll the animals from cottons and crops
Straight to forgotten wit plotting to rotting our stocks
draw 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
Saying "We don't need G's", out years like free cheese
please, nigga, ain't no freedom
Who's locked up? shot up? Who's strung out? Who's bleeding? Keep reading
I'm here to the chain remain the same
Maintain for the brothers and sisters

x4]
The remains

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

[Chorus:

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

Some rob blocks, it matter or should it?
While ghetto's dodge, cops duck 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 conspired
The days of the riots ain't
But brothers staying calm they soldiers
Til when the only solutions revolution, no we ya
The chain til we up rise
in a land where we ain't meant to survive
And I this don't suit 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
Some balst, some based and some dropped
And most who sold it right now are down and rocked round
And it's happening so much
That they make it so that it 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, 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 and we all better do something for the brothers
Who is dizzown. 'cause they locked down and I don't care if we
lock 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 down wit in Borentown
Jones, Kenneth Myall, Big Will Baskerville, Big Bruvon Fuller
My man Asherkol from Camden, Big from Camden
And I'm out!!

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