Luyện nghe bài hát Chain Remains

Right about now, I think it's time you explained to
The real reason you wear this cahin around 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? Double I for life
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 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, black cat syndrome
Grow older like there's no and no soul ingrown
and cement instead of help for our people
Jails ain't but the slave day sequel
Trying to flee the trap of nation
Seeing penitentiary's the ta plant the new plantation
They say we'll the animals from cottons 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 look at our seeds, these brothers, like
Saying "We need G's", giving out years like free cheese
please, nigga, ain't no freedom
Who's locked up? Who's shot up? Who's out? Who's bleeding? Keep reading
I'm here to explain the remain the same
Maintain for the and sisters locked

x4]
The remains

(Prisoner 1-5-4-3-0-5-0 representing Jersey. All y'all niggas back
The up, man, it's getting busy)
(Yo this is Big Kym coming straight outta Compton. I'm locked up in
Dix, New Jersey, 0-7-3-9-3-0-6-7. I, I be checking y'all out in 1997, later)

Nowadays still captured, still hear wicked laughter while shackled
We're beaten and battered then cuffed after tackled
We're tugged while increasing the mugged and
Hit one more time wit a black jack then in the precinct
Still don't know what the back and forth, meaner, meant stripped
Made into a convict, then fingerprinted
How many times of this humiliation?
How many more do we have to lose while we fight for our rights in
This
That we supposed ta since birth
But the breaks on the bricks get worse, so 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 Dix representin
and Illtown)

Some rob blocks, it matter or should it?
While ghetto's dodge, duck bullets and pull 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 days of the ain't retired
But brothers staying calm they soldiers
Til when the only solutions revolution, no we ya
The chain til we up rise
Stuck in a land where we ain't to survive
And I hope don't suit ya, some work
Like a slave ta get a hit but won't work to 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 based and some dropped
And most who sold it right now are lock and rocked round
And it's been happening so
That they make it so that it ain't no shock now

x5]

(This is Lil' Steve 1-6-0-0-6-0-5-0 chilling at 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 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 for the brothers
Who is locked dizzown. 'cause they locked down and I don't if we
Definitely down the heat. Do something, do something bad. Peace out!)

Yo what's up, this Terreet Pett, known as 1-11-7-19
I'd like to give a of shouts to come of the brothers
I was down wit in Borentown
Aleem Jones, Kenneth Myall, Big Will Baskerville, Big Fuller
My man Asherkol from Camden, Big Jahud Camden
And I'm out!!

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