Luyện nghe bài hát Oz Theme 2000

* in character Oz as "Supreme Allah"

Kweli]
For all my people who got someone locked down now
Fuck it, this for everyone locked down now, fuck it
Help me out, Lord Jamar, Kweli, Kool G Rap

G. Rap]
From the blocks, to c-blocks, sleep in a box
Creep an ox, got beef in the shop, got beef with the cops
blade keep in the crotch, prison guards deep on the watch
Fifth stare people'll drop, if it ease not then we peeping it
Even though they not a lot,
the ease drop, greasing a cop
Come to meat in your chops, flee the spot, sheets in a knot
Get tied from feet to the top, you caught in the hall,
make blood skeet a mop
If you doing shift in the kitchen leak in the pot,
a long game of sheep and the fox
Phone time, beef for slot, the shit'll make you weep in your coot
Mayors get messy y'all, nigga get shanked up in the he fall
Pressed the wall, got the best of y'all,
stitch from neck to
cut flesh and all, stretched out unless you balled,
nothing at all
The life destiny wall, hope the Lord when he call,
Stand like a man or be a Debbie in core,
they come heavier from to whore
Be a predator, in the morgue, a spread in the log

(Chorus 2X: Kweli)
In the prison, complex
You got taxes, politics, death
Gross stun it, blooded, dark and heartless
the pyramids down to the projects

[Lord Jamar a.k.a Allah]
What do it take, try to escape
I got a homemade shank, wrap the handle with
move quick fast, I got a trick for your ass
Niggas in my clique stick dick to ass
So we don't give a trying to make time past
Here eat it up feed a fine glass
Got jail wine in the stash,
Every the caf?serve swine yo I tell I pass
Do like Beecher did to Shillinger and shit on ass
You the feature when I'm killing ya, hit on ass
Supreme Allah said we got time to
So when it's to kill, we got time to kill
In the yard with the guards its time to build
And is hard got to use my wills
See shit has changed since they killed Adebisi
You never niggas might try to grease me

(Chorus)

[Talib
The image that we is still God
Time to reflect but the is hard
sticking mirrors out between the bars, seeing the guards
Seem like innocent regardless of the charge
You death, rape threats, and place bets,
on who getting laced
Forever never waste breathe
Blowing out the that the wind already snuffed out
They up your body your mind could bust out
Police don't to get the dust out
They want name in the system,
My need to the death penalty as legal lynching
People listen, got teenagers up in the line up
To fill the new they built they need the crime up
Please, the war on is really war on the youth
War on the people, war on the
The violent rise,
the silent dies as cry through the night
People for what's left and not what's right

(Chorus)

Kweli]
Word is

{*Goes into a Augustus on Oz skit*}