Luyện nghe bài hát Oz Theme 2000

* in character Oz as "Supreme Allah"

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

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

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

[Lord a.k.a Supreme Allah]
do it take, vandal try to escape
I got a homemade shank, wrap the with tape
move quick fast, I got a trick for your ass
Niggas in my clique stick dick to ass
So we don't give a fuck trying to time past
Here eat it up a nigga fine glass
Got jail house in the stash,
Every time the swine yo I tell I pass
Do Beecher did to Shillinger and shit on your ass
You the when I'm killing ya, hit on your ass
Supreme Allah we got time to kill
So when it's to kill, we got time to kill
In the yard with the guards when its time to
And time is hard got to use my
See shit has every since they killed Adebisi
You know niggas might try to grease me

(Chorus)

[Talib
The that we pro-ject is still God
to reflect but the reflection is hard
Like sticking out between the bars, seeing the guards
Seem like everybody innocent regardless of the
You face death, rape threats, and bets,
on who getting next
faceless never waste breathe
Blowing out the that the wind already snuffed out
They locked up your body your mind bust out
Police don't sweep to get the out
They want name in the system,
My need to mention the death as legal lynching
People listen, they got teenagers up in the up
To the new facility they built they need the crime up
Please, the war on drugs is really war on the
War on the people, war on the
The crimes rise,
the silent dies as cry through the night
People fight for what's left and not what's

(Chorus)

Kweli]
Word is

{*Goes into a Augustus on Oz skit*}