Luyện nghe bài hát Oz Theme 2000

* in character Oz as "Supreme Allah"

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

G. Rap]
From the street blocks, to c-blocks, in a box
Creep with an ox, got beef in the shop, got with the cops
Sharp blade keep in the crotch, prison deep on the watch
Fifth stare people'll drop, if it ease not then we it pops
though they not speaking a lot,
the plot ease drop, a cop
Come to shove meat in your chops, the spot, sheets in a knot
Get tied from your feet to the top, you in the hall,
blood skeet with a mop
If you doing shift in the kitchen leak in the pot,
Just a long game of and the fox
time, beef for your slot, the shit'll make you weep in your coot
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
Skin cut flesh and all, stretched out you balled,
sexy at all
The life wall, hope the Lord bless when he call,
like a man or be a Debbie in core, heavier
they come from 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, death
Gross it, cold blooded, dark and heartless
the pyramids down to the projects

[Lord Jamar a.k.a Supreme
What do it take, try to escape
I got a homemade shank, wrap the with tape
Better move quick fast, I got a 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 feed a nigga fine
Got jail wine in the stash,
Every the caf?serve swine yo I tell I pass
Do like Beecher did to Shillinger and on your ass
You the feature when I'm ya, hit on your ass
Allah said we got time to kill
So when it's time to kill, we got to kill
In the yard with the guards its time to build
And time is got to use my wills
See shit has changed every they killed Adebisi
You never niggas might try to grease me

(Chorus)

Kweli]
The that we pro-ject is still God
Time to reflect but the is hard
Like mirrors out between the bars, seeing the guards
like everybody innocent regardless of the charge
You face death, rape threats, and bets,
on who getting next
Forever faceless never breathe
Blowing out the candles that the wind snuffed out
They locked up your body your could bust out
don't sweep to get the dust out
They want your in the system,
My need to the death penalty as legal lynching
People listen, they got up in the line up
To fill the new facility they built they 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 as sirens cry through the night
People fight for what's left and not right

(Chorus)

Kweli]
Word is

{*Goes into a Augustus on Oz skit*}