Luyện nghe bài hát Parole

[Intro: Technique (parole officer)]
(980505A) nigga what
(You made parole)
(Pack stuff) The fuck?
(And get the out of here) A-haha
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 crack
Don't for the government coke packagin
Don't indiscriminate, with the mac again
My people are stuck behind glass like a
They pretend to a fuck, just like the Vatican
Second chance, based, two-faced Samaritans
Every time we come back, they... rewinds]
I'm out of jail, and I'm never going again
Never selling heroin, never selling again
I'm out of jail, and I'm never going back
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 heroin, never selling crack again
Don't work for the government packagin
Don't fire indiscriminate, the mac again
My people are behind glass like a mannequin
They to give a fuck, just like the Vatican
Second chance, based, two-faced Samaritans
Every time we back, they keep on cashin in
Prison labor, sweatshop comparisons
'til we kidnap the whole garrison
Yeah, poverty, people do, reckless things
But corporations do worse to they bling
Prisons are more, than the rap game
say you more likely to go to jail with a black name
Freakonomics that I speak through
and fuck Phonics, little is (Hooked On) chronic
But if you on stage with the DEA, as your man
Don't get yourself locked up, and blame the man
We transformed gangs and enterprises
Usin O.G.'s as
they, send 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 alma nigga

[Interlude: Technique (woman)]
(Hello?) Yeah yeah, up yo?
(Hey, how you doin?) Yo, you know
I just got my papers (you're 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 blue thing on for me,
(You got baby, yeah!)

[Immortal
I'm on parole, and I'll be alone again
Fuck this place baby, I'm home again
wrapped around me so I'll, never be cold again
Never have to knock a nigga out, for the again
Prison ain't the place that you your rite of passage in
It's slavery, with nasty food in your
passage, bottom of the ship, how they pack 'em in
Perpetrators on some fake shit, sweeter than
Jailhouse snitches without evidence
Niggaz sellin niggaz out for true to be,
But now I'm free, hit the block, eatin
in and out, flow to eat to enter in
Newspaper pencillin, to pay the rent again
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
my own life around, fuck the establishment
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 the mag-a-num
I up in a caravan, full of North Africans
My squad got, soldier niggaz than the Saracens
Cause just watch (watch!) when the terrorists attack
Their reaction's gonna be draft 'em and send us again

I'm on parole, and never be alone again
Fuck this place baby, I'm comin again
Shorty wrapped me so I'll, never 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 in your abdomen
passage, bottom of the ship, how they pack 'em in
Perpetrators on fake shit, sweeter than saccharin
I'm on