Luyện nghe bài hát Chain Remains

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

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

Too of my people got time, it shows as crime unfolds
Many in a trap now new minds explode
Learn the ability to find their
Locked in a facility where time is
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, black cat syndrome
Grow older like there's no and no soul ingrown
Bars and cement instead of help for our
ain't nothing but the slave day sequel
Trying to flee the trap of nation
Seeing penitentiary's the ta plant the new plantation
say we'll take the animals from cottons and crops
Straight to forgotten wit locks plotting to our stocks
They a crooked line and wait for your foot ta fall under
most of my brothers another football number
Judges look at our seeds, these brothers, enemies
Saying "We don't need G's", giving out like free cheese
Free please, nigga, ain't no
Who's locked up? Who's shot up? Who's strung out? Who's bleeding? 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 niggas better back
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 beaten and battered then cuffed after we're
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, meant
Made into a convict, booked then
How many more times of this
How many more do we have 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
Ain't right Mr Officer?

[Chorus:

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

Some rob blocks, it matter or should it?
While ghetto's dodge, cops duck bullets and 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 of the riots ain't retired
But brothers staying calm 'cause soldiers
Til when the solutions revolution, no we told ya
The chain til we up rise
Stuck in a where we ain't meant to survive
And I hope don't suit ya, some work
Like a ta get a hit but won't work to save for a future
And that's when the cost is the man
And we're just as lost as the we in
Some balst, some based and some dropped
And most who sold it right now are lock down and round
And been happening so much
That they make it so that it ain't no shock now

x5]

(This is Lil' Steve chilling at Fort Dix representing 118.
Get out in '96)
The remains (Peace then!)
(This is, aah, Lil' Pers, aah. 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 locked dizzown. 'cause they locked down and I care if we
Definitely 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 from
And I'm out!!

PS Flash,
Thankx a fuckin heaps for me use this very private
address. You truly are fucking legend
out