Luyện nghe bài hát Protective Custody

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

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

{main (of mood)}
We dealing narcs and cases
Deaths over spaces
hearts are races, or higher dark places
Brutality on mark faces, car
Incarceration, so we can spark the nation

You got the right to remain silent and at the same
You got the right to remain and aim nines
got no love for, just slugs for you
Who want it? I fight back like a rat he cornered
Catch me at the light, windows tinted, 35
Breakin ya neck, to see in it
What is my intent? trying to live, the nonsense
You to give

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

brewn' (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,
Millimeters the kids set the glock
With a ferocity, as it's inbread
While I stated innocent, but it
You that it was decolit,
It could of an isolated incident
Nothing was found, no hard feelings I fight bad
Strutting around like christ huttin the site

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

I rock a vest even I take shots to the balls
The that write the word police on a unmarked car
I resent you, gettin off easy if they you
I end you, hope use your own gun against 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, slaid by the
That night, 5-0 caught in the streets

by el p & mr. len of company flow*

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

{jah-born (of green)}
Y'all seen the front page? another 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, should be
I don't deal the swine, don't want swine dealin with me

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

forte}
El capitano my guns high
I run from new york I'm alumni
The I'm in it, half street, half academic
I memorize my stash number, the number
Ya pig stinch, plus your number
Ya precinct, and the lad you served under
I'm probaly grinding drugs, come from the kitchen
A man in a pretty car will fit the description
You informed quick
You fuck, I was born in it

{mr.
I seen it happen before, and it happen again
You on a block mine on own and then you let by your friends
'cause they ain't down to scrap, just wanna ride in your
But when the cops is on the beat, that's when the begins
Like a karate picture, the way the mop the floor ya
All caught up in the heat, not a doctor can you
Nobody movin with you, 'cause you really 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
Live or die, either or, my is what they fiending for
My people's for the justice we deserve
Set 41 back, we leaving 22 in the

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