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 down 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 with the
Sharp blade keep in the crotch, prison guards deep on the
stare people'll drop, if it ease not then we peeping it pops
Even they not speaking a lot,
the ease drop, greasing 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 with 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 shit'll you weep in your coot
Mayors get messy y'all, get shanked up in the chest he fall
Pressed the wall, got the best of y'all,
stitch from to balls
Skin cut flesh and all, out unless you balled,
nothing at all
The life destiny wall, the Lord bless when he call,
Stand a man or be a Debbie in core, heavier
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, death
Gross stun it, blooded, dark and heartless
From the down 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 fast, I got a trick 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 I pass
Do Beecher did to Shillinger and shit on your ass
You the feature I'm killing ya, hit on your ass
Supreme said we got time to kill
So when time to kill, we got time to kill
In the yard the guards when its time to build
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)

[Talib
The that we pro-ject is still God
Time to but the reflection is hard
Like mirrors out between the bars, seeing the guards
Seem like innocent regardless of the charge
You death, rape threats, and place bets,
on who getting laced
Forever faceless never waste
out the candles that the wind already snuffed out
They locked up body your mind could bust out
Police don't sweep to get the out
want your name 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 need the up
Please, the war on drugs is really war on the
War on the people, war on the
The violent rise,
the dies as sirens cry through the night
People fight for what's left and not what's

(Chorus)

[Talib
Word is

{*Goes into a Hill on Oz skit*}