Luyện nghe bài hát Prisoner 1 & 2

Mislaid make a mess made
Damnation, let's play 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 a rabbit, pull a trick out
Preacher preaching to a faggot his dick out
times call for [?] time
Sick, sick, sick eyes from the nose
Police snip, zip ties on the
Six wives in the fry of a
Met him at a bar out in Odessa
needles breaking all the old records
A hundred hoes, one shovel and old treasure
[?] use thief as a tester
Finger rolls, waves, closet full of old leathers
Old sweaters, old boots, that's a whole for some cold weather
New sale, two L's and some old
Now he doing double life, while she lead a life
Man, he need another
New approach help a nigga bowl better
New hoes might help a hold together
Or the new lane lead em' to the same pen
And the strike in em' to the same tin

Love is over various errors
And hate is habitually terror
[?] I just wanna be collected I call God damn
I wanna be accepted not as all as I am
Visitor, visitor, prisoner, prisoner,

slammed from the protest, no food
Force fed him like OB with a tube
say consult the yogi with the gold shoes
With the Rollie going bowling for the old
I more for the Michaels
a loss for the class, and a score for the rifles
Three and a cot, and some cops
Trying to dinosaurs in the Bible
all quiet in the jail-house
Then they ride in to find the empty out
They was for the swords, they was looking for the swords
I'm just looking at they feet, I'm looking for the lord
in the library, looking at the law
10 years deep, now I'm at the bar
Claim sovereignty, because I'm bunkin' with the
They degenerate, ain't looking at the game
They just looking at the scores, be putting on my books
Cause I'm looking at the stars, a shank for some crank
Now I'm looking at a war, BGF got the
AV got the kitchen 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

is looking over various errors
And hate is habitually accelerating
[?] I just wanna be collected when I God damn
I don't be accepted 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 take the visits
Segregate niggas by and make 'em stay with it
Wicked, swung the shank on a mop string
They had to pull him out the cell with a Team
That's a cop team, they sent hella cops, to stop, the
Man, he thought that he'd fly away, like a kite, flight
a letter on a string, like propellers on a wing
But they can't 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 out of A Block
And wear gloves for the razor-wired top
thugs going crazy in a caged box
Looking at the world the TV
And they gone, over beats from the tabletops
Ay! That's how it is in a police
When your life is just a number and release
you're rehabilitated so correctly
And let's hope how you're living when you're set free

Love is looking various errors
And hate is accelerating terror
[?] I just wanna be collected when I God damn
I wanna be accepted not as all as I am
Visitor, visitor, prisoner, prisoner,

sell they souls
They sell they
ain't twelve, they old
Niggas old as
Old as jail, old as
Sold so much salt, no more salt on the shelves
You a prisoner too, you here 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 should get woo!
You should get twice! You should get refused
The open road, that's no parole, and no
Over your own soul, so control, own remote control, that your folks can hold

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

Better these niggas (en garde)

5th year the DOC
You can see CO see
opt his COP
3 and a C-O-T
Lived in a small town, his life
Never left [?]
Either working at the prison, or no lights
In the working with the pol-ice
In the prison stripping niggas for
Got a malice, on the side of the bars
Watching get smart, watching niggas get strong
Watching niggas get home, he
But deep he jealous
each sweep down, he tell us
With each peep down, he us
Wrong one gon' knock his ass out
why he gotta lock all the niggas out for
Warden told the boy he calm down
Step back from the brink and put the 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 cause these niggas snap![?]

You better watch these (en garde)
If it was up to me, I would unlock these niggas
Wouldn't rehabilitate, man, I would box these niggas and throw away 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
rehabilitate, man, I would just box these niggas and throw away the key
I'd throw away the key the coast guard watching me
(I'd throw the keys)

You better these niggas (en garde)