Luyện nghe bài hát Oz Theme 2000

* in character Oz as "Supreme Allah"

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

[Kool G.
From the street blocks, to c-blocks, in a box
Creep with an ox, got beef in the shop, got beef with the
Sharp blade keep in the crotch, prison guards deep on the
Fifth stare people'll drop, if it ease not then we it pops
Even they not speaking a lot,
the plot ease drop, a cop
Come to shove meat in your chops, flee the spot, sheets in a
Get tied from your to the top, you caught in the hall,
blood skeet with a mop
If you shift in the kitchen blood'll leak in the pot,
Just a game of sheep and the fox
Phone time, beef for your slot, the shit'll you weep in your coot
Mayors get y'all, nigga get shanked up in the chest he fall
Pressed the wall, got the best of y'all,
from neck to balls
Skin cut flesh and all, out unless you balled,
sexy at all
The destiny wall, hope the Lord bless when he call,
Stand like a man or be a Debbie in core,
they come from nigga to whore
Be a predator, dead in the morgue, a in the log

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

[Lord Jamar a.k.a Supreme
What do it take, vandal try to
I got a homemade shank, wrap the handle tape
Better move quick fast, I got a for your ass
Niggas in my clique stick to your ass
So we don't give a fuck trying to make past
eat it up feed a nigga fine glass
Got house wine in the stash,
Every time the caf?serve swine yo I tell I
Do like Beecher did to Shillinger and shit on ass
You the feature I'm killing ya, hit on your ass
Supreme Allah we got time to kill
So it's time 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 every since they killed
You never know niggas might try to me

(Chorus)

[Talib
The image we pro-ject is still God
Time to reflect but the is hard
Like sticking mirrors out the bars, seeing the guards
Seem everybody innocent regardless of the charge
You face death, threats, and place bets,
on who getting laced
Forever faceless waste breathe
out the candles that the wind already snuffed out
They locked up body your mind could bust out
Police sweep to get the dust out
They your name in the system,
My need to mention the penalty as legal lynching
People listen, they got up in the line up
To the new facility they built they need the crime up
Please, the war on drugs is war on the youth
War on the people, war on the
The violent rise,
the silent dies as sirens cry through the
People fight for left and not what's right

(Chorus)

[Talib
Word is

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