Luyện nghe bài hát Penitentiary

[**feat. Killah:]
[Intro: (Ghostface Killah)~]
Come here, pussy, prosthetic ass nigga
Yo, where them Levi's I left on ya bunk, nigga?
Don't stand on the side of this bunk no more, man, for
You see them Rae and Ghost flicks over there,
Don't them shits, nigga
up, I'ma break both chains on ya ass, nigga
(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 sure you my man right, one.)
(Ghostface Killah)
We up at three mart, blowing, little to lift the branch up
The she had was Bulgari, golden, Spanish kid let him hold it
He said he hit him with three cartons of menthol, the kid let him with it
(The had snow 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
cornflake batter, it's cold in here
10: 45 we in, pull 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, guess what it do
But on the low I got two big gem I'm sliding to you
Matter of fact gon' hide 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, I'ma my count
I'ma set you out, my dude, one)
~Raekwon~]
Mop wringer magic, mess hall murder's the
Come the yard, getting fed lead burgers
Testing anything bling
Fresh sneakers, we the best
True, me move in the cling
(Ghostface Killah)
Six A.M., the cells
Horn the child, I'm half sleep, yo, the pots
I see the ice grills, bum niggaz talking to me
With coal in they eye, I finish my meal
(Under the grits, two of steel)
Spoon had left, we got guns though, we trying to chill
Big walked in, him and Seville
(With blood in eyes, early bird like they ready to kill)
Chorus:] (2x)