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 Puff Daddy Number 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 as crime unfolds
snap in a trap now new minds explode
Learn the to find their goals
Locked in a facility time is froze
God the heart hurts to see no sky, just dirt
They give a man a cell before they give a man work
So we get into black, this black cat syndrome
Grow older like there's no heart and no soul
Bars and cement instead of 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 wit locks plotting to rotting our stocks
draw a crooked line and wait for your foot ta fall under
Serving most of my another football number
Judges at our seeds, these brothers, like enemies
Saying "We don't 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 brothers and locked

x4]
The remains

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

Nowadays still we're captured, still hear wicked laughter while
We're beaten and battered then cuffed after we're
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
into a convict, booked then fingerprinted
How many times of this humiliation?
How many more bouts do we have to lose while we for our rights in
This
we supposed ta have 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 Tennesee Fort 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 Hustle wit my friends" til the end, til the day we pens
Ain't no mystery we victory, the system conspired
The days of the ain't retired
But brothers staying calm 'cause soldiers
Til the only solutions revolution, no we told ya
The chain remains til we up
Stuck in a land where we ain't to survive
And I hope this suit ya, some work
Like a slave ta get a hit but won't work to for a future
And when the cost is the man within
And we're just as lost as the we in
Some balst, some based and some dropped
And most who sold it 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' 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 Dix, aah, Jersey. My out date 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 they locked and I don't care if we
Definitely lock 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 a couple of shouts to come of the brothers
I was down wit in Borentown
Aleem Jones, Kenneth Myall, Big Will Baskerville, Big Bruvon
My man Asherkol Camden, Big Jahud from Camden
And I'm out!!

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