Luyện nghe bài hát Penitentiary

[**feat. Killah:]
[Intro: (Ghostface Killah)~]
Come here, pussy, hard ass nigga
Yo, where them Levi's that I on ya bunk, nigga?
Don't on the side of this bunk no more, man, for real
You see them Rae and flicks over there, nigga?
Don't touch shits, nigga
Word up, I'ma both chains on ya ass, nigga
(Aiyo, Bundy, make sure you cell number five, fifteen minutes early)
{Bundy: Yeah, yo, I got you, you want some of donuts?}
(Nah, I'm good, just make you handle my man right, one.)
(Ghostface Killah)
We up at mart, blowing, little dust to lift the branch up
The she had was Bulgari, golden, Spanish kid let him hold it
He said he hit him three cartons of menthol, the kid let him roll with it
(The face had in it, the bass in his voice
Now he's acting like he rich and po' in it)
Crock pots are steaming, Jasmine rice and Jack
With batter, it's cold in here
10: 45 we lock in, out the headphones, jump in the bunk
(The tunes is knocking) Knowing all my is clocking
Two C.O.'s is on the cat (Yo, Spoons, what's popping?)
Yo, it nothing, baby, you cool?
Yeah, I'm getting that rest, you that G.E.D. shit with the school?
(True, that's what it do
But on the low I got two big gem stars I'm to you
Matter of fact they gon' in ya food
All you do is push the grits out the way, you get up and move
Go to sleep, nigga, go 'head and rest, finish my count
I'ma set you out, my dude, one)
~Raekwon~]
Mop wringer magic, mess murder's the best
through the yard, getting fed lead burgers
Testing anything with
Fresh sneakers, we the teachers
True, me move in the cling
(Ghostface Killah)
Six A.M., the unlock
Horn the child, I'm half sleep, yo, the pots
I see the same ice grills, bum niggaz to me
With coal in they eye, I can't finish my
(Under the grits, two of steel)
Spoon had left, we got guns though, we trying to chill
Big Will in, him and Seville
(With blood in they eyes, bird like they ready to kill)
Chorus:] (2x)