Luyện nghe bài hát Protective Custody

of (mood)}
Yo, move recite
write scripts for actors
Don't rap about the facts, till they attack the
Handcuff the shackel, up get tackled
The featers of your heaters on their adam's apple
Keep quiet, be silent the sphere no vibe
We defy, a new in it root, for wise
Got to it, and taxes for guns, wars and wackers
Puttin in their pockets
And lock it till I

& main flow (of mood)}
Mf: they stoled knots, hold spots, in the road block
Dt: we globetrot, we roll pop, running from old
Mf: the shots, cold plots, babylon's gold pot
Dt: loan glocks, cold shots, set off we sold rocks

{main (of mood)}
We dealing narcs and cases
Deaths over parking
Evil hearts are races, or dark places
Brutality on faces, car chases
Incarceration, unite so we can spark the

You got the right to remain and at the same time
You got the to remain violent and aim nines
They got no for, just slugs for you
Who want it? I fight like a rat when he cornered
Catch me at the light, tinted, 35 percent
ya neck, to see who's in it
What is my intent? trying to live, without the
You to give

phoenix}
Yo yo, the spokesqueen, one tiye phonenix
The black venus
then tae bo, every man, woman and child know
We force against the shooters of diallo
And now there sure to lose like at the apollo
For amistad to amadou, attacked in these
The cop really stands for cappin our peeps
They shot a 40 round, are brother got down
We push thru the now, jahad hold it born down

{brezzly (of the juggaknots)}
You be a fuckin accident, the beast was barkin
You wanna know how accidents to rob a new yorker?
And the attrocity,
Millimeters from the kids set the
With a ferocity, seemin as it's
I stated innocent, but stressing it
You sure it was decolit,
It could of been an isolated
Nothing was found, no feelings I fight bad guys
Strutting like keith christ huttin the site

{talib
This goes out to who used to rock in washington square park
Now guiliani got it locked after dark, so he the art
Of livin the death, is a, nuff of a battle
To the police,
And to rise above the trap of the barrel
My spill blood in the streets
I'm never running from
Can I get a response from all the revolutionaries in this
(yeah!!)
What up, 'cause of the way we think want to incarcerate us
They think will break us, but time won't break us

I rock a vest even when I take to the balls
The type that the word police on a unmarked car
I you, gettin off easy if they suspend you
I end you, hope they use own gun against you
all mental, my man died in the streets
I'm pouring out liquor, until there's nuthin to
That's how many died, slaid by the beast
night, 5-0 held caught in the streets

*scratching by el p & mr. len of company

Petrofied little venomist, school yard
From disfunctional world of garbage
Community bitch out, power over
Confiscate from shit court
And repress sexual style,
Need of location standing
of the semi-retarted, or pro defensive
Spontaneous violence and lying
dukes that has a lunchbox with a glock
And ku klux decoder
Who sing kumbaya to the tune of a man

(of medina green)}
Y'all seen the front page? another man slayed
By the hit with a rain, or 4 glocks got sprayed
Hey giuliani, was 41 shots
Now my people's got to worry, bout the cops be killin me
all I see is just us
Gettin locked and bust, without a word discussed
Nypd, be nypig
I deal with the swine, don't want swine dealin with me

what? }
These happy motherfuckers legally ready to blaze
With raised triggas and cocked back with plans to fake
Who black and innocent, fuck it get militant
Run up in the precint, strapped gats
With full clips loaded, aimed at heads
Stay in the feds, double 20 plus one to blood red
Revenge, we return to avenge my brother, we coming
The sister holdin the lead

{john
El keep my guns high
I run from new 'cause I'm alumni
The fact I'm in it, half street, half
I memorize my stash number, the number
Ya pig stinch, plus your badge
Ya precinct, and the lad you served under
I'm grinding drugs, come from hittin the kitchen
A man in a pretty car will fit the description
You gettin informed
You racist fuck, I was in it

{mr.
I seen it happen before, and it could again
You on a block mine on your own and you let by your friends
'cause they ain't to scrap, just wanna ride in your benz
But when the cops is on the beat, that's the party begins
Like a karate picture, the way the mop the floor ya
All up in the heat, not a doctor can stitch you
Nobody with you, 'cause you really ain't bout it
Now there's fear in your heart, and there's blood in mouth
like something we never seen before
It's almost we dreamed it all
or die, either or, my blood is what they fiending for
My people's screamin for the justice we
Set 41 back, we 22 in the curb

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