Luyện nghe bài hát Chain Remains

Right now, I think it's time you explained 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 Davenport
The experimental prison, ya what I'm saying? Representing 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 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 there's no and no soul ingrown
Bars and cement instead of for our people
Jails nothing but the slave day sequel
Trying to the trap of this nation
Seeing penitentiary's the ta plant the new plantation
They say we'll the animals from cottons and crops
Straight to forgotten wit locks plotting to rotting our
They draw a line and wait for your foot ta fall under
Serving most of my brothers another football
look at our seeds, these brothers, like enemies
Saying "We don't need G's", out years like free cheese
Free please, nigga, no freedom
locked up? Who's shot up? Who's strung out? Who's bleeding? Keep reading
I'm here to explain the chain the same
Maintain for the and sisters locked

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, Number 0-7-3-9-3-0-6-7. I, I be y'all out in 1997, later)

Nowadays we're captured, still hear wicked laughter while shackled
beaten and battered 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 know what the back and forth, looking meaner, meant stripped
Made into a convict, booked then
How many more times of humiliation?
How many more bouts do we have to lose while we for our rights in
This
That we supposed ta have since
But the breaks on the bricks get worse, so jail first
And all they offer us
Ain't that right Mr

x10]

(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, cops bullets and pull it
I "Hang Out and Hustle wit my friends" til the end, til the day we burn
Ain't no mystery we need victory, the conspired
The of the riots ain't retired
But brothers staying calm 'cause soldiers
Til when the only solutions revolution, no we ya
The remains til we up rise
Stuck in a land where we meant to survive
And I this don't 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
Some balst, some based and dropped down
And who sold it right now are lock down and rocked round
And been happening so much
That they make it so that it 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 chain (Peace then!)
(This is, aah, Lil' Pers, aah. 14-6-23-0-1-6 from 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 do something for the brothers
Who is locked dizzown. 'cause they down and I don't care if we
Definitely lock down the heat. Do something, do 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 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