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

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

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

Fingerprinted, gettin' in
They fed a nigga Johnny, so I ten
'Cause I'm knowing I'll be sittin' here the whole night
Empty drunk tank, it's finna be a flight
I come up on some housin'
Old celly, so I'm me a thousand
And plus I got a bottom pass
Boss came in his punk ass
to a nigga like it's date time
Askin' where I'm from, I'm from
Niggas me what I'm in for
Nosy motherfuckers want info
I tell him, "Dog, I done shit
You know redneck crackers think they run shit"
It's lights out, I tie my mat
Chuck it on the rack and my ass out

Gonna up my bags, and get out of this hole
Can't they treat me so bad
Can't believe they so cold
I wanna leave this room
I'm still sitting on this couch
Just for the judge to say, that I'm gon' 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
push us out like livestock
"Ain't no talkin' I'm talkin', this is my block"
I get to see me a judge
I'm a man, so she got a grudge
Old bitch of race hate
And a nigga quick to represent the gray
I ain't got a lawyer, I 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 a white dude
I'd have never been arrested, at Michael
And even if I swam a fish, though
They still 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 they me so bad
Can't believe they so cold
I wanna leave this room
I'm still sitting on this couch
Just waiting for the judge to say, that I'm gon' be today, yeah