Luyện nghe bài hát Prisoner 1 & 2

Mislaid plan make a mess
Damnation, let's 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 preaching to a faggot with his out
Hard times for [?] time
Sick, sick, sick eyes from the nose
Police snip, zip on the protesters
Six wives in the fry of a
Met him at a caviar bar out in
Dirty breaking all the old records
A hundred hoes, one shovel and some old
[?] use as a gold tester
rolls, finger waves, closet full of old leathers
Old sweaters, old boots, that's a suit for some cold weather
New sale, two L's and old letters
Now he doing life, while she lead a double life
Man, he another wife
New approach might help a nigga better
New might help a nigga hold together
Or will the new lane em' to the same pen
And the hunger in em' to the same tin

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

slammed from the protest, no food
Force fed him OB with a nose tube
Visions say consult the with the gold shoes
With the Rollie going for the old school
I need for the Michaels
That's a for the class, and a score for the rifles
hots and a cot, and some cops
Trying to find in the Bible
It's all quiet in the
they ride in to find the empty cells out
They was looking for the swords, they was for the swords
I'm just at they feet, cause I'm looking for the lord
Looking in the library, at the law
10 deep, now I'm looking at the bar
Claim sovereignty, because I'm bunkin' with the
They degenerate, they looking at the game
They just at the scores, they be putting on my books
I'm looking at the stars, trade a shank for some crank
Now I'm looking at a war, BGF got the
AV got the snitches on PC
Eminem on a mission, but got the prison
God got us all, God set us
God is the key, but the guards got the

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

Punching on the glass, stare at some
fuck 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 on a mop string
They had to pull him out the cell a SWAT Team
That's a cop team, they sent cops, to stop, the helicoptering
Man, he thought that he'd fly away, a kite, take flight
Like a letter on a string, like on a wing
But they find the key
made electric chairs for his dying days
Last meals, no appeals for him to try and
On Death Row like and the late Pac
Maybe he could dig a out of A Block
And wear gloves for the razor-wired top
Scared going crazy in a caged box
Looking at the through the TV
And they gone, rapping beats from the tabletops
Ay! how it is in a police state
When your is just a number and release date
When you're rehabilitated so
And let's hope that's how you're living when you're set

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

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

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

watch these niggas (en garde)

5th year the DOC
You can see CO see
opt his COP
3 hots and a
Lived in a small town, his whole
Never like [?]
Either 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 of the bars
niggas get smart, watching niggas get strong
Watching get home, he jealous
But deep down he
each sweep down, he tell us
With peep down, he help us
one gon' knock his ass out though
It's why he gotta all the niggas out for
Warden the boy he better calm down
Step from the brink and put the bomb down
But how the whole world in your sound?
It's why treat niggas like shit
Writing raps to the taps, keep the face [?] on your knees these niggas might snap![?]

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

You better these niggas (en garde)