Luyện nghe bài hát Protective Custody

of (mood)}
Yo, recite chapters
Rappers scripts for actors
Don't rap the facts, till they attack the catch
Handcuff the shackel, up get tackled
The of your leaders 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 stop it, and taxes for guns, wars and
Puttin prophet's in pockets
And it till I promise

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

{main (of mood)}
We dealing with and cases
Deaths over 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 silent and at the time
You got the to remain violent and aim nines
got no love for, just slugs for you
Who want it? I fight back a rat when 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, one tiye phonenix
The black venus
Dopper then tae bo, every man, woman and know
We force against the shooters of diallo
And now there to lose like luther at the apollo
For amistad to amadou, in these streets
The term cop really stands for our peeps
They shot a 40 round, are got slaughtered down
We push thru the border now, jahad hold it down

brewn' (of the juggaknots)}
You wanna be a fuckin accident, the beast was
You wanna how many accidents to rob a new yorker?
And the attrocity,
Millimeters the kids set the glock
a ferocity, seemin as it's inbread
While I innocent, but stressing it
You that it was decolit,
It could of been an incident
Nothing was found, no hard I fight bad guys
around like keith christ huttin the site

{talib
This goes out to who used to rock in washington square park
Now guiliani got it locked dark, so he mastered the art
Of livin the death, is a, nuff of a battle
To the police,
And have to rise above the trap of the
My people spill blood in the
I'm never running from
Can I get a response from all the in this piece?
(yeah!!)
What up, 'cause of the way we think they want to us
They think time will break us, but time break us

I rock a vest even when I take shots to the
The type write 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, there's nuthin to drink
That's how many died, slaid by the beast
That night, 5-0 held in the streets

*scratching by el p & mr. len of company

Petrofied little venomist, school yard
From disfunctional of redneck garbage
Community bitch out, seekin over
Confiscate miniscule shit court
And repress sexual style,
Need of location standing
of the semi-retarted, or pro defensive
Spontaneous violence and compasive
Package dukes has a lunchbox with a glock
And ku decoder ring
Who kumbaya to the tune 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 glocks got
Hey giuliani, was 41 shots
Now my people's got to worry, the cops that be killin me
Justice? all I see is us
knocked locked and bust, without a word discussed
Nypd, be nypig
I don't deal with the swine, don't want swine with me

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

forte}
El capitano my guns high
I run from new york 'cause I'm
The fact I'm in it, half street, half
I memorize my stash number, the flash
Ya pig stinch, plus badge number
Ya precinct, and the irish lad you under
I'm probaly grinding drugs, come from the kitchen
A man in a pretty car will fit the description
You gettin informed
You racist fuck, I was in it

{mr.
I it happen before, and it could happen again
You on a block mine on your own and you let by your friends
'cause they ain't down to scrap, just wanna ride in your
But the cops is on the beat, that's when the party begins
Like a picture, the way the mop the floor with ya
All caught up in the heat, not a can stitch you
movin with you, 'cause you really ain't bout it
Now there's fear in your heart, and blood in your mouth
It's like something we seen before
It's like we dreamed it all
Live or die, either or, my is what they fiending for
My screamin for the justice we deserve
Set 41 back, we leaving 22 in the

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