Luyện nghe bài hát Prisoner 1 & 2

Mislaid plan make a made
Damnation, play hands and spades
That's without, a and a sit-out
Afro-Black pick in with a out
From the "welcome home" to the out
Reach into a rabbit, pull a out
Preacher to a faggot with his dick out
Hard times call for [?]
Sick, sick, sick eyes from the pressure
snip, zip ties on the protesters
Six wives in the fry of a
Met him at a bar out in Odessa
Dirty needles breaking all the old
A hundred hoes, one and some old treasure
[?] use thief as a tester
Finger rolls, finger waves, closet of old leathers
Old sweaters, old boots, that's a whole suit for some weather
New sale, two L's and old letters
Now he doing double life, while she lead a life
Man, he another wife
New approach might a nigga bowl better
New hoes help a nigga hold together
Or the new lane lead em' to the same pen
And the hunger in em' to the same tin

Love is looking over various
And hate is habitually accelerating
[?] I just wanna be collected when I call God
I don't be accepted not as all as I am
Visitor, visitor, prisoner, prisoner,

Getting from the protest, no food
Force fed him like OB a nose tube
Visions say consult the yogi with the shoes
With the going bowling for the old school
I need for the Michaels
a loss for the class, and a score for the rifles
Three and a cot, and some cops
to find dinosaurs in the Bible
It's all quiet in the
Then ride in to find the empty cells out
They was for the swords, they was looking for the swords
I'm just looking at they feet, cause I'm looking for the
Looking in the library, at the law
10 years deep, now I'm at the bar
Claim sovereignty, because I'm with the morons
They degenerate, they ain't at the game
They just looking at the scores, be putting on my books
Cause I'm looking at the stars, trade a for some crank
Now I'm at a war, BGF got the yard
AV got the snitches on PC
on a mission, but CO's got the prison
God got us all, God set us
God is the key, but the got the doors

is looking over various errors
And hate is habitually terror
[?] I just wanna be collected when I call God
I don't wanna be not as all as I am
Visitor, visitor, prisoner, prisoner,

on the glass, stare at some killer
Might him in the ass
Staff getting rigid, wasn't gonna away the visits
Segregate niggas by theyself and make 'em stay it
Wicked, swung the shank around on a mop
They had to pull him out the cell with a Team
a cop team, they sent hella cops, to stop, the helicoptering
Man, he thought that he'd fly away, like a kite, flight
Like a letter on a string, like propellers on a
But they find the key
They made electric chairs for his days
Last meals, no appeals for him to try and
On Death Row Suge and the late Pac
Maybe he could dig a tunnel out of A
And wear for the razor-wired gate top
Scared thugs going crazy in a box
at the world through the TV
And they gone, rapping over beats from the
Ay! how it is in a police state
When your life is just a number and date
When you're so correctly
And let's that's how you're living when you're set free

Love is looking over various
And is habitually accelerating terror
[?] I just be collected when I call God damn
I don't wanna be not as all as I am
Visitor, visitor, prisoner, prisoner,

They sell souls
They they selves
They twelve, they old
Niggas old as
Old as jail, old as
Sold so much salt, ain't no more on the shelves
You a prisoner too, you here too
You like us, til' your shift get through
You could like us, you know shit get through
You be in cuffs like us, you should get strike 2
You should get life, you should get like woo!
You should get that twice! You get refused
The road, that's no parole, and no control
Over your own soul, so control, your own remote control, that your folks can

You better watch niggas (en garde)
If it was up to me, I never unlock these niggas
Wouldn't rehabilitate, man, I would just box these and throw away the key
I'd throw away the key like the guard watching me
(I'd throw the keys)
You watch these niggas (en garde)
If it was up to me, I would never unlock niggas
Wouldn't rehabilitate, man, I would just box these niggas and away the key
I'd throw away the key like the guard watching me
(I'd away the keys)

Better these niggas (en garde)

5th with the DOC
You can see CO see
opt his COP
3 and a C-O-T
Lived in a small town, his life
Never like [?]
working at the prison, or it's no lights
In the system working with the
In the prison stripping niggas for
Got a malice, on the other side of the
Watching niggas get smart, watching get strong
Watching niggas get home, he
But deep he jealous
With each down, he tell us
each peep down, he help us
Wrong one gon' knock his ass out
why he gotta lock all the niggas out for
Warden the boy he better calm down
back from the brink and put the bomb down
But how the world in your palm sound?
It's why they niggas like shit
Writing raps to the taps, keep the face [?] on knees cause these niggas might snap![?]

You better watch these (en garde)
If it was up to me, I would never unlock niggas
Wouldn't rehabilitate, man, I just box these niggas and throw away the key
I'd throw away the key like the guard watching me
(I'd throw the keys)
You better watch these (en garde)
If it was up to me, I would unlock these niggas
Wouldn't rehabilitate, man, I just box these niggas and throw away the key
I'd throw the key like the coast guard watching me
(I'd throw the keys)

You better watch these (en garde)