Luyện nghe bài hát Concrete Couch (Hot Seat Alternate Version)

Just waking up, I gotta God
up a square, that's how my day starts
Early mornin' buzzin' got me lookin' at
Outside, I see movin' pictures, at the lights
It's another Saturday it seems like
Got dressed and hit the corner with my team,
Smoke it, it up and pass it around
Now I'm stoned and my ass is barely draggin' the
No sooner than I think they woulda of
A cop over, never saw him
"Excuse me, mister man, I wasn't tryna disrespect"
And started again
Eyes red as a
And one time heavy on his
At his request they a squad car
And then put my black ass behind bars

Just pack up my bags, and get out of this hole
Can't they treat me so bad
Can't they actin' so cold
I wanna leave this room
I'm still sitting on this concrete
Just waiting for the judge to say, that I'm gon' be today, yeah

Fingerprinted, booked in
They fed a nigga Johnny, so I ten
'Cause I'm knowing that I'll be sittin' the whole night
Empty drunk tank, finna be a cold flight
I finally come up on housin'
Old celly, so I'm me a thousand
And plus I got a bottom pass
Boss came in with his ass
Talkin' to a nigga like date time
Askin' I'm from, I'm from H-town
askin' me what I'm in for
Nosy want some info
I tell him, "Dog, I ain't shit
You these redneck crackers think they run shit"
It's lights out, I tie my mat
Chuck it on the rack and my ass out

Gonna pack up my bags, and get out of hole
Can't they treat me so bad
Can't believe actin' so cold
I just leave this room
I'm still on this concrete couch
Just waiting for the judge to say, that I'm gon' be today, yeah

It's court in the halls
Strip a down to his balls
naked in my tennis shoes
The nighttime sergeant an interview
They push us out livestock
"Ain't no talkin' I'm talkin', this is my block"
I finally get to see me a
I'm a man, so she got a grudge
Old bitch of race hate
And a nigga quick to the gray state
I got a lawyer, I don't need one
Give me days, you get three-one
I tryna piss in a jug, bitch
Just I'm Black, I get fucked with
I bet if I had been a white
I'd have been arrested, look at Michael
And even if I like a fish, though
They still would've me in the Crisco
And a nigga's ass in some hot grease
I'm tryna get my ass out the hot seat

Just pack up my bags, and get out of this hole
Can't they treat me so bad
Can't believe actin' so cold
I just wanna leave this
I'm sitting on this concrete couch
Just for the judge to say, that I'm gon' be free today, yeah