Luyện nghe bài hát Penitentiary

[**feat. Killah:]
[Intro: (Ghostface Killah)~]
Come here, pussy, prosthetic hard ass
Yo, where them Levi's that I left on ya bunk,
Don't stand on the side of bunk no more, man, for real
You see them Rae and Ghost over there, nigga?
Don't touch shits, nigga
up, I'ma break both chains on ya ass, nigga
(Aiyo, Bundy, make sure you cell number five, fifteen minutes early)
Yeah, yo, I got you, you want some of these donuts?}
(Nah, I'm good, just make you handle my man right, one.)
(Ghostface Killah)
We up at three mart, blowing, dust to lift the branch up
The watch she had was Bulgari, golden, Spanish kid let him it
He said he hit him with three cartons of menthol, the kid let him with it
(The face had snow in it, the bass in his
Now he's acting like he ain't and po' in it)
Crock pots are steaming, Jasmine and Jack Mack
With cornflake batter, cold in here
10: 45 we lock in, pull out the headphones, in the bunk
(The tunes is knocking) Knowing all my is clocking
Two C.O.'s is on the cat walk (Yo, Spoons, popping?)
Yo, it ain't nothing, baby, you
Yeah, I'm getting that rest, you know that G.E.D. shit the school?
(True, guess that's 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 the grits out the way, then you get up and move
Go to sleep, nigga, go 'head and rest, I'ma my count
I'ma set you out, my dude, one)
[Chorus:
Mop wringer magic, hall murder's the best
Come through the yard, getting fed burgers
anything with bling
Fresh sneakers, we the best
True, watch me in the cling
(Ghostface Killah)
Six A.M., the unlock
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 my meal
(Under the grits, two of steel)
Then had left, we got guns though, we trying to chill
Big Will walked in, him and
(With in they eyes, early bird like they ready to kill)
Chorus:] (2x)