Luyện nghe bài hát Parole

[Intro: Immortal (parole officer)]
(980505A) nigga what
(You parole) What?
(Pack your stuff) The
(And get the fuck out of here)
Aiyyo man, it's about time man
Aiyyo G, G son, I got my papers man
I'm out motherfucker!

[Immortal
Yeah, I'm out of jail, and I'm never going again
Never selling heroin, never selling again
Don't for the government coke packagin
Don't fire indiscriminate, the mac again
My people are stuck behind glass like a
They pretend to give a fuck, just like the
Second chance, faith based, Samaritans
Every time we back, they... [record rewinds]
I'm out of jail, and I'm never going back
Never selling heroin, selling crack again
I'm out of jail, and I'm going back again
I'm out of, I'm out of (I'm out motherfucker!)

Yeah, I'm out of jail, and I'm never going back
Never selling heroin, never selling crack
Don't work for the government coke
Don't fire indiscriminate, the mac again
My are stuck behind glass like a mannequin
They to give a fuck, just like the Vatican
Second chance, faith based, Samaritans
Every time we come back, keep on cashin in
Prison labor, third-world comparisons
'til we kidnap the whole fuckin
Yeah, poverty, people do, reckless things
But corporations do to protect they bling
are more, overcrowded than the rap game
They say you more likely to go to with a black name
that I speak through ebonics
and fuck Phonics, little is (Hooked On) chronic
But if you on stage with the DEA, as hype man
get yourself locked up, and blame the white man
We transformed gangs and criminal
Usin O.G.'s as
Before they, send us to war, they divide us
But I won't let 'em use us like Teddy Roosevelt's Rough
My movement's a jujitsu kata
I graduated outta prison, so my alma mater nigga

[Interlude: Immortal (woman)]
(Hello?) yeah, what's up yo?
(Hey, how you doin?) Yo, you know
I just got my (you're fuckin lying!)
Yo I'm home to you, I'll see you in like a day and a half
([screams] Oh my God, I'm so happy! Are you serious?)
([screams] I'm so happy! Are you serious?)
Yeah, I'm dead serious baby, I'm home (oh my God!)
Put the blue thing on for me, aight?
(You got baby, yeah!)

[Immortal
I'm on parole, and I'll never be alone
Fuck this place baby, I'm comin home
wrapped around me so I'll, never be cold again
Never to knock a nigga out, for the phone again
Prison the place that you find your rite of passage in
It's slavery, with nasty food in your
Middle passage, of the ship, how they pack 'em in
Perpetrators on fake shit, sweeter than saccharin
snitches without corroborating evidence
Niggaz niggaz out for true to be, Benjamins
But now I'm free, hit the block, eatin
in and out, flow to eat to enter in
Newspaper pencillin, tryin to pay the rent
job interview, nobody answerin
Feelin from the frustation I got pent up in
But not to go back to the place, I was sent up in
Turn my own life around, fuck the
Listenin to hip-hop like "Where the fuck the went?"
How the fuck did you replace, lyrics with swaggerin?
I'ma fix that, rhymin on with the
I roll up in a caravan, of North Africans
My squad got, soldier niggaz than the Saracens
Cause just watch (watch!) when the attack again
reaction's gonna be draft 'em and send us back again

I'm on parole, and I'll never be alone
Fuck this baby, I'm comin home again
Shorty wrapped around me so I'll, never be cold
Never have to knock a nigga out, for the phone
Prison the place that you find your rite of passage in
It's slavery, with nasty in your abdomen
Middle passage, bottom of the ship, how they 'em in
Perpetrators on some fake shit, sweeter than
I'm on