Luyện nghe bài hát Chain Remains

Right now, I think it's time you explained to everybody
The real 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? Representing Double I for
1-18)

Too many of my people got time, it shows as crime
Many snap in a now new minds explode
Learn the ability to find goals
Locked in a facility where is froze
God knows the heart hurts to see no sky, dirt
They give a man a cell quick before give a man work
So we get into this black, this black cat
Grow like there's no heart and no soul ingrown
Bars and cement instead of for our people
Jails ain't nothing but the day sequel
Trying to flee the trap of this
Seeing the plan ta plant the new plantation
They say we'll take the from cottons and crops
Straight to forgotten wit plotting to rotting our stocks
They draw a crooked line and wait for your foot ta fall
most of my brothers another football number
Judges look at our seeds, these brothers, like
"We don't need G's", giving out years like free cheese
Free please, nigga, no freedom
Who's locked up? Who's shot up? Who's out? Who's bleeding? Keep reading
I'm to explain the chain remain the same
Maintain for the brothers and locked

x4]
The chain

(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, 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 while
We're beaten and battered then cuffed after tackled
We're tugged while the mugged and indecent
Hit one more time wit a jack then dragged in the precinct
Still don't what the back and forth, looking meaner, meant stripped
into a convict, booked then fingerprinted
How more times of this humiliation?
How more bouts do we have to lose while we fight for our rights in
nation
That we ta have since birth
But the breaks on the bricks get worse, so it's first
And all they offer us
Ain't that right Mr

[Chorus:

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

Some rob blocks, does it matter or it?
While ghetto's dodge, cops bullets and pull it
I "Hang Out and wit my friends" til the end, til the day we burn pens
no mystery we need victory, the system conspired
The of the riots ain't retired
But brothers 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 this don't suit ya, some
Like a slave ta get a hit but work to save for a future
And when the cost is the man within
And we're just as as the land we in
balst, some based and some dropped down
And most who sold it right now are down and rocked round
And been happening so much
That they it so that it ain't even 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, Pers, aah. 14-6-23-0-1-6 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 stuff and we all better do for the brothers
Who is dizzown. 'cause they locked down and I don't care 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 give a couple of shouts to come of the
I was locked wit in Borentown
Aleem Jones, Kenneth Myall, Big Will Baskerville, Big Fuller
My man from Camden, Big Jahud from Camden
And I'm out!!

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