Luyện nghe bài hát Protective Custody

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

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

flow (of mood)}
We dealing with narcs and
over parking spaces
Evil are races, or higher dark places
Brutality on faces, car chases
Incarceration, so we can spark the nation

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

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

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

{talib
This goes out to mc's who used to rock in washington park
Now guiliani got it locked 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 running from beast
Can I get a response from all the revolutionaries in this
(yeah!!)
What up, 'cause of the way we think they to incarcerate us
They think time will break us, but time break us

I rock a vest even when I take shots to the
The type that the word police on a unmarked car
I resent you, off easy if they 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, there's 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
from miniscule shit court
And sexual activity style,
of location when standing
Spliff of the semi-retarted, or pro
Spontaneous violence and compasive
Package dukes that has a lunchbox with a
And ku klux ring
Who kumbaya to the tune of a man dying

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

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

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

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

*more