Luyện nghe bài hát Protective Custody

of (mood)}
Yo, move chapters
Rappers scripts for actors
Don't rap about the facts, they attack the catch
the shackel, stand up get tackled
The featers of your leaders heaters on their adam's
quiet, be silent the sphere no weak vibe
We defy, a new in it root, for wise
Got to stop it, and for guns, wars and wackers
Puttin in their pockets
And it till I promise

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

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

You got the right to silent and at the same time
You got the right to violent and aim nines
They got no for, just slugs for you
Who want it? I fight back like a rat he cornered
me at the light, windows tinted, 35 percent
Breakin ya neck, to see in it
What is my intent? to live, without the nonsense
You to give

{tiye
Yo yo, the spokesqueen, number one phonenix
The black venus
then tae bo, every man, woman and child know
We unified force against the of diallo
And now there sure to lose luther at the apollo
For to amadou, attacked in these streets
The term cop really stands for our peeps
shot a 40 round, are brother got slaughtered down
We push thru the border now, jahad hold it down

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

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

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

*scratching by el p & mr. len of flow*

Petrofied little venomist, yard outcasts
From disfunctional world of redneck
Community bitch out, seekin over
Confiscate from miniscule shit
And repress sexual style,
of location when standing
Spliff of the semi-retarted, or pro
Spontaneous and compasive lying
Package that has a lunchbox with a glock
And ku klux ring
Who sing kumbaya to the of a man dying

(of medina green)}
Y'all the front page? another black man slayed
By the beast hit with a rain, or 4 got sprayed
Hey giuliani, was 41 shots
Now my got to worry, bout the cops that be killin me
all I see is just us
Gettin knocked locked and bust, a word discussed
Nypd, be nypig
I don't deal the swine, don't want swine dealin with me

{what? }
These shot happy motherfuckers ready to blaze
With raised triggas and cocked back with plans to fake
Who black and innocent, fuck it let's get
Run up in the precint, with gats
With full loaded, aimed at there heads
Stay in the feds, double 20 plus one to blood red
Revenge, we must return to my brother, we coming
The first sister holdin the

forte}
El capitano keep my guns
I run from new 'cause I'm alumni
The fact I'm in it, half street, academic
I my stash number, the flash number
Ya pig stinch, plus your number
Ya precinct, and the irish lad you served
I'm probaly grinding drugs, come 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 happen again
You on a block mine on your own and then you let by friends
'cause they ain't down to scrap, just wanna in your benz
But when the cops is on the beat, that's when the party
Like a picture, the way the mop the floor with ya
All caught up in the heat, not a doctor can you
movin with you, 'cause you really ain't bout it
Now there's fear in your heart, and there's in your mouth
like something we never seen before
It's almost like we it all
Live or die, either or, my blood is what they for
My people's screamin for the justice we
Set 41 back, we 22 in the curb

scratching*