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

Just waking up, I thank God
Fired up a square, that's how my day
mornin' buzzin' got me lookin' at life
Outside, I see movin' pictures, at the lights
just another Saturday it seems like
Got dressed and hit the corner with my team,
Smoke it, roll it up and it around
Now I'm and my ass is barely draggin' the ground
No sooner than I they woulda thought of
A cop over, never saw him
"Excuse me, mister officer man, I wasn't disrespect"
And started coughin'
red as a bandana
And one time on his antenna
At his they sent a squad car
And then they put my black ass behind

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

Fingerprinted, gettin' in
They fed a nigga Johnny, so I ten
'Cause I'm that I'll be sittin' here the whole night
Empty drunk tank, it's finna be a cold
I finally up on some housin'
Old celly, so I'm me a thousand
And plus I got a bottom bunk
came in with his punk ass
Talkin' to a nigga like it's time
Askin' where I'm from, I'm from
Niggas askin' me I'm in for
Nosy want some info
I tell him, "Dog, I done shit
You know these redneck crackers think 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 wanna this room
I'm still sitting on concrete couch
Just waiting for the judge to say, that I'm be free today, yeah

It's call in the halls
Strip a down to his balls
naked in my tennis shoes
The nighttime sergeant an interview
They us out like livestock
"Ain't no while I'm talkin', this is my block"
I get to see me a judge
I'm a Black man, so she got a
Old bitch full of race
And a nigga quick to represent the gray
I ain't got a lawyer, I need one
me thirty days, you get three-one
I ain't piss in a jug, bitch
Just because I'm Black, I get fucked
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 still would've me in the Crisco
And fried a ass in some hot grease
I'm just tryna get my ass out the hot

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