Luyện nghe bài hát Penitentiary

[**feat. Killah:]
~Raekwon (Ghostface Killah)~]
Come here, pussy, hard ass nigga
Yo, them Levi's that I left on ya bunk, nigga?
Don't stand on the of this bunk no more, man, for real
You see Rae and Ghost flicks over there, nigga?
Don't touch shits, nigga
Word up, I'ma break chains on ya ass, nigga
(Aiyo, Bundy, sure you crack cell number five, fifteen minutes early)
{Bundy: Yeah, yo, I got you, you some of these donuts?}
(Nah, I'm good, just sure you handle my man right, one.)
(Ghostface Killah)
We up at three mart, blowing, little dust to lift the up
The watch she had was Bulgari, golden, kid let him hold it
He said he hit him with three of menthol, the kid let him roll with it
(The face had snow in it, the in his voice
Now he's like he ain't rich and po' in it)
Crock pots are steaming, Jasmine rice and Mack
With cornflake batter, cold in here
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 walk (Yo, Spoons, popping?)
Yo, it nothing, baby, you cool?
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 they 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 finish my
set you out, later my dude, one)
[Chorus:
Mop wringer magic, mess hall murder's the
Come through the yard, getting fed lead
Testing with bling
Fresh sneakers, we the teachers
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 talking to me
With in they eye, I can't finish my meal
(Under the grits, two of steel)
Then Spoon had left, we got though, we trying to chill
Big Will walked in, him and
(With blood in they eyes, bird like they ready to kill)
Chorus:] (2x)