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 buzzin' got me lookin' at life
Outside, I see movin' pictures, at the lights
It's just Saturday it seems like
Got dressed and hit the with my team, right
Smoke it, roll it up and pass it
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 officer man, I tryna disrespect"
And started coughin'
Eyes red as a
And one heavy on his antenna
At his request sent a squad car
And then they put my black ass behind

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

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

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 this room
I'm still on this concrete couch
Just waiting for the judge to say, that I'm be free today, yeah

It's court call in the
Strip a down to his balls
naked in my tennis shoes
The nighttime want an interview
They us out like livestock
"Ain't no while I'm talkin', this is my block"
I finally get to see me a
I'm a man, so she got a grudge
Old full of race hate
And a quick to represent the gray state
I got a lawyer, I don't need one
me thirty days, you get three-one
I ain't tryna in a jug, bitch
because I'm Black, I get fucked with
I bet if I had a white dude
I'd have never arrested, look at Michael
And even if I swam a fish, though
They would've threw me in the Crisco
And fried a nigga's ass in hot grease
I'm just tryna get my ass out the hot

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