Luyện nghe bài hát Parole

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

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

[Interlude: Technique (woman)]
(Hello?) yeah, what's up yo?
(Hey, how you doin?) Yo, you what?
I got my papers (you're fuckin lying!)
Yo I'm comin home to you, I'll see you in 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 comin (oh my God!)
Put the little thing on for me, aight?
(You got baby, yeah!)

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

I'm on parole, and I'll never be alone
Fuck this place baby, I'm comin again
Shorty wrapped around me so I'll, never be again
have to knock a nigga out, for the phone again
Prison ain't the that you find your rite of passage in
It's slavery, with nasty food in abdomen
Middle passage, bottom of the ship, how pack 'em in
Perpetrators on some fake shit, sweeter than
I'm on