Luyện nghe bài hát Parole

[Intro: Technique (parole officer)]
(980505A) Yeah what
(You made parole)
(Pack stuff) The fuck?
(And get the out of here) A-haha
Aiyyo man, it's about motherfuckin 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
work for the government coke packagin
Don't fire indiscriminate, with the mac
My people are stuck glass like a mannequin
They pretend to give a fuck, just the Vatican
Second chance, faith based, Samaritans
Every time we come back, they... [record
I'm out of jail, and I'm never back again
Never selling heroin, never selling 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 going back again
Never selling heroin, selling crack again
Don't work for the coke packagin
fire indiscriminate, with the mac again
My people are stuck behind like a mannequin
They pretend to a fuck, just like the Vatican
chance, faith based, two-faced Samaritans
Every we come back, they keep on cashin in
Prison labor, third-world comparisons
'til we kidnap the fuckin garrison
Yeah, poverty, makes people do, reckless
But corporations do worse to protect bling
are more, overcrowded than the rap game
They say you more likely to go to jail a black name
Freakonomics I speak through ebonics
and Phonics, little niggaz is (Hooked On) chronic
But if you on stage the DEA, as your hype man
get yourself locked up, and blame the white man
We transformed gangs and enterprises
O.G.'s as advisors
Before they, us to war, after they divide us
But I won't let 'em use us Teddy Roosevelt's Rough Riders
My movement's like a jujitsu
I graduated outta prison, so my alma mater nigga

[Interlude: Immortal (woman)]
(Hello?) Yeah yeah, up yo?
(Hey, how you doin?) Yo, you what?
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 serious baby, I'm comin 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 again
this place baby, I'm comin home again
Shorty wrapped around me so I'll, never be cold
Never have to a nigga out, for the phone again
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 shit, sweeter than saccharin
Jailhouse snitches without 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 again
Ex-con job interview, nobody
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 around, fuck the establishment
Listenin to hip-hop like "Where the fuck the went?"
How the fuck did you replace, lyrics with swaggerin?
fix that, rhymin on with the mag-a-num
I roll up in a caravan, full of Africans
My squad got, more soldier niggaz than the
just watch (watch!) when the terrorists attack again
Their gonna be draft 'em and send us back again

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