Luyện nghe bài hát Penitentiary

[**feat. Ghostface
~Raekwon (Ghostface Killah)~]
Come here, pussy, prosthetic hard ass
Yo, them Levi's that I left on ya bunk, nigga?
Don't stand on the side of this no more, man, for real
You see Rae and Ghost flicks over there, nigga?
Don't touch them shits,
Word up, I'ma break both chains on ya ass,
(Aiyo, Bundy, make sure you crack cell number five, minutes early)
{Bundy: Yeah, yo, I got you, you want of these donuts?}
(Nah, I'm good, just make you handle my man right, one.)
(Ghostface Killah)
We up at three mart, blowing, little dust to 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 had snow in it, the bass in his voice
Now he's acting he ain't rich and po' in it)
Crock pots are steaming, Jasmine rice and Jack
With cornflake batter, it's cold in
10: 45 we lock in, pull out the headphones, in the bunk
(The is knocking) Knowing all my goons 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 know that G.E.D. shit with the
(True, guess that's it do
But on the low I got two big gem I'm sliding to you
Matter of fact they gon' in ya food
All you do is push the out the way, then 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
Come through the yard, fed lead burgers
Testing with bling
Fresh sneakers, we the best
True, me move in the cling
(Ghostface Killah)
Six A.M., the cells
Horn the child, I'm sleep, yo, hearing 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)
Then had left, we got guns though, we trying to chill
Big Will walked in, him and
(With blood in they eyes, early bird like ready to kill)
Chorus:] (2x)