Luyện nghe bài hát Chain Remains

Right about now, I it's time you explained to everybody
The real reason you this cahin around your 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 people got time, it shows as unfolds
Many snap in a trap now new explode
the ability to find their goals
Locked in a where time is froze
God knows the hurts to see no sky, just dirt
They a man a cell quick before they give a man work
So we get into this black, this black cat
Grow like there's no heart and no soul ingrown
Bars and cement of help for our people
ain't nothing but the slave day sequel
Trying to flee the trap of this
penitentiary's the plan ta plant the new plantation
They say we'll the animals from cottons and crops
Straight to forgotten wit plotting to rotting our stocks
They draw a crooked line and wait for your foot ta fall
Serving of my brothers another football number
Judges look at our seeds, these brothers, enemies
"We don't need G's", giving out years like free cheese
Free please, nigga, no freedom
Who's up? Who's shot up? Who's strung out? Who's bleeding? Keep reading
I'm here to the chain remain the same
Maintain for the and sisters locked

x4]
The chain

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

[Chorus:

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

Some rob blocks, it matter 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 we need victory, the system conspired
The days of the ain't retired
But brothers calm 'cause they soldiers
Til when the solutions revolution, no we told ya
The chain remains til we up
Stuck in a where we ain't meant to survive
And I this don't suit ya, some work
a slave ta get a hit but won't work to save for a future
And when the cost is the man within
And we're just as as the land we in
Some balst, some and some dropped down
And most who sold it now are lock down and rocked round
And it's been so much
That they make it so it ain't even no shock now

x5]

(This is Lil' 1-6-0-0-6-0-5-0 chilling 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 date is 12/25/2003. Way I'm
Is, aah, it's on, mad stuff and we all better do for the brothers
Who is locked dizzown. 'cause they locked down and I don't if we
lock down the heat. Do something, do something bad. Peace 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 down wit in Borentown
Aleem Jones, Kenneth Myall, Big Baskerville, Big Bruvon Fuller
My man Asherkol from Camden, Big Jahud 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