Luyện nghe bài hát Oz Theme 2000

* in character Oz as "Supreme Allah"

[Talib
For all my people who got someone locked down now
Fuck it, this for 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 in the shop, got beef with the cops
Sharp blade keep in the crotch, guards deep on the watch
Fifth stare drop, if it ease not then we peeping it pops
Even though they not a lot,
the ease drop, greasing a cop
Come to shove meat in your chops, 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 your slot, the shit'll make you weep in your
Mayors get messy y'all, nigga get up in the chest he fall
against the wall, got the best of y'all,
stitch from to balls
cut flesh and all, stretched out unless you balled,
nothing at all
The life wall, hope the Lord bless when he call,
Stand a man or be a Debbie in core, heavier
they heavier from nigga 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
From the down to the projects

[Lord a.k.a Supreme Allah]
What do it take, vandal try to
I got a shank, wrap the handle with tape
Better move fast, I got a trick for your ass
Niggas in my clique stick dick to ass
So we don't give a fuck to make time past
Here eat it up a nigga fine glass
Got jail house 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 when I'm killing ya, hit on your ass
Supreme Allah said we got to kill
So when time to kill, we got time to kill
In the yard with the guards when its time to
And is hard got to use my wills
See has changed every since they killed Adebisi
You never know niggas might try to me

(Chorus)

Kweli]
The that we pro-ject is still God
Time to reflect but the reflection is
Like mirrors out between the bars, seeing the guards
Seem like everybody innocent of the charge
You death, rape threats, and place bets,
on who laced next
Forever faceless waste breathe
Blowing out the candles the wind already snuffed out
They locked up body your mind could bust out
don't sweep to get the dust out
They want your in the system,
My to mention the death penalty as legal lynching
People listen, got teenagers up in the line up
To fill the new facility 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 what's left and not right

(Chorus)

Kweli]
Word is

{*Goes a Augustus Hill on Oz skit*}