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 everyone down right now, fuck it
Help me out, Lord Jamar, Talib Kweli, G Rap

[Kool G.
the street blocks, to c-blocks, sleep in a box
Creep with an ox, got beef in the shop, got beef 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 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 your 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,
Just a long game of and the fox
Phone time, beef for your slot, the make you weep in your coot
get messy y'all, nigga get shanked up in the chest he fall
Pressed against the wall, got the of y'all,
stitch neck to balls
Skin cut flesh and all, stretched out you balled,
sexy at all
The life destiny wall, hope the Lord when he call,
like a man or be a Debbie in core, heavier
they come heavier from nigga to
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, cold blooded, dark and
the pyramids down to the projects

[Lord Jamar a.k.a Allah]
do it take, vandal try to escape
I got a homemade shank, the handle with tape
move quick fast, I got a trick for your ass
Niggas in my clique dick to your ass
So we give a fuck trying to make time past
Here eat it up feed a nigga glass
Got house wine in the stash,
Every time the caf?serve swine yo I I pass
Do like did to Shillinger and shit on your ass
You the feature when I'm ya, hit on your ass
Supreme Allah we got time to kill
So when time to kill, we got time to kill
In the yard with the when its time to build
And time is got to use my wills
See shit has changed every since they Adebisi
You never niggas might try to grease me

(Chorus)

[Talib
The that we pro-ject is still God
Time to but the reflection is hard
sticking mirrors out between the bars, seeing the guards
Seem everybody innocent regardless of the charge
You face death, rape threats, and bets,
on who laced next
Forever faceless never breathe
Blowing out the that the wind already snuffed out
They locked up your body your mind bust out
Police sweep to get the dust out
want your name in the system,
My to mention the death penalty as legal lynching
People listen, they got up in the line up
To fill the new facility 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 dies as sirens cry through the night
People for what's left and not what's right

(Chorus)

[Talib
is bond

{*Goes a Augustus Hill on Oz skit*}