Luyện nghe bài hát Chain Remains

Right about now, I think time you explained to everybody
The real reason you wear this cahin your neck, alright!

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

Too many of my people got time, it shows as crime
Many snap in a trap now new explode
Learn the ability to find goals
Locked in a facility time is froze
God knows the heart hurts to see no sky, dirt
They give a man a cell quick they give a man work
So we get this black, this black cat syndrome
Grow older there's no heart and no soul ingrown
Bars and cement instead of for our people
Jails ain't nothing but the slave day
Trying to flee the of this nation
penitentiary's the plan ta plant the new plantation
They say we'll take the animals from and crops
Straight to wit locks plotting to rotting our stocks
They draw a line and wait for your foot ta fall under
Serving 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? shot up? Who's strung out? Who's bleeding? Keep reading
I'm here to explain the remain the same
Maintain for the brothers and locked

x4]
The remains

(Prisoner 1-5-4-3-0-5-0 representing Jersey. All y'all better back
The up, man, it's getting busy)
(Yo this is Big Kym coming straight outta Compton. I'm 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 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 wit a black jack then dragged in the precinct
Still don't know the back and forth, looking meaner, meant stripped
Made into a convict, booked fingerprinted
How many more times of humiliation?
How many more bouts do we have to lose we fight for our rights in
This
That we supposed ta have birth
But the breaks on the bricks get worse, so it's jail
And that's all they us
that right Mr Officer?

[Chorus:

(This is Orion up in Tennesee outta Fort Dix representin
and Illtown)

Some rob blocks, it matter 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 pens
Ain't no mystery we need victory, the system
The of the riots ain't retired
But staying calm 'cause they soldiers
Til when the solutions revolution, no we told ya
The remains til we up rise
Stuck in a land where we meant to survive
And I hope don't suit ya, some work
Like a slave ta get a hit but won't work to save for a
And that's when the is the man within
And just as lost as the land we in
Some balst, some based and some down
And most who it right now are lock down and rocked round
And it's been so much
they make 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. from Washington DC. Right now
I'm up in Dix, aah, Jersey. My out date is 12/25/2003. Way I'm thinking
Is, aah, it's on, mad stuff and we all better do something for the
Who is locked dizzown. they locked down and I don't care if we
Definitely lock down the heat. Do something, do something bad. out!)

Yo what's up, this Terreet Pett, formerly known as
I'd like to give a of shouts to come of the brothers
I was locked wit in Borentown
Aleem Jones, Kenneth Myall, Big Will Baskerville, Big Fuller
My man Asherkol 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