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 1-6-double0-3-0-5-0 representing
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 unfolds
Many snap in a now new minds explode
Learn the ability to 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 quick before they a man work
So we get into this black, this black cat
Grow older there's no heart and no soul ingrown
Bars and cement instead of help for our
Jails ain't nothing but the slave day
Trying to the trap of this nation
Seeing penitentiary's the 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 most of my brothers another football
Judges at our seeds, these brothers, like enemies
Saying "We don't need G's", giving out years like cheese
please, nigga, ain't no freedom
Who's locked up? Who's shot up? Who's strung out? Who's bleeding? reading
I'm here to explain the chain remain the
Maintain for the brothers and 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 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 laughter shackled
We're beaten and battered then cuffed after tackled
We're while increasing the mugged and indecent
Hit one more time wit a black then dragged in the precinct
Still don't know the back and forth, looking meaner, meant stripped
Made a convict, booked then fingerprinted
How many more times of this
How many more bouts do we have to lose while we fight for our in
This
That we ta have since birth
But the breaks on the bricks get worse, so jail first
And that's all offer us
that 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, cops duck 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 they soldiers
Til when the only revolution, no we told ya
The chain til we up rise
Stuck in a land where we ain't to survive
And I hope this don't suit ya, work
Like a slave ta get a hit but work to save for a future
And that's when the is the man within
And we're just as as the land we in
Some balst, some and some dropped down
And who sold it right now are lock down and rocked round
And it's been so much
That make it so that it ain't 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 remains (Peace then!)
(This is, aah, Lil' Pers, aah. 14-6-23-0-1-6 Washington DC. Right now
I'm up in Fort Dix, aah, Jersey. My out 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 down and I don't if we
lock down the heat. Do something, do something bad. Peace out!)

Yo up, this Terreet Pett, formerly known as 1-11-7-19
I'd like to a couple of shouts to come of the brothers
I was locked wit in Borentown
Aleem Jones, Myall, Big Will Baskerville, Big Bruvon Fuller
My man from 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 fucking
out