Luyện nghe bài hát Protective Custody

of (mood)}
Yo, recite chapters
Rappers write for actors
Don't rap about the facts, till attack the catch
Handcuff the shackel, stand up get
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 wise
Got to stop it, and for guns, wars and wackers
Puttin in their pockets
And lock it I promise

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

flow (of mood)}
We dealing with and cases
Deaths over parking
Evil hearts are races, or higher places
Brutality on mark faces, car
Incarceration, so we can spark the nation

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

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

brewn' (of the juggaknots)}
You wanna be a accident, the beast was barkin
You know how many accidents to rob a new yorker?
And the attrocity,
Millimeters from the set the glock
With a ferocity, seemin as inbread
I stated innocent, but stressing it
You that it was decolit,
It could of been an isolated
Nothing was found, no hard feelings I bad guys
Strutting around like keith christ huttin the

{talib
This goes out to mc's who used to rock in washington square
Now guiliani got it after 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 spill blood in the streets
I'm never from beast
Can I get a response from all the revolutionaries in this
(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 shots to the balls
The that 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
It's all mental, my man died in the
I'm pouring out liquor, until there's nuthin to
That's how many cats died, by the beast
That night, 5-0 held caught in the

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

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

{jah-born (of 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 necessary?
Now my people's got to worry, bout the that be killin me
Justice? all I see is us
knocked locked and bust, without a word discussed
Nypd, should be
I don't deal with the swine, don't want swine dealin me

{what? }
These shot happy motherfuckers legally 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, with gats
With full clips loaded, aimed at heads
Stay in the feds, double 20 plus one to blood red
Revenge, we must to avenge my brother, we coming
The first holdin the lead

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

{mr.
I seen it happen before, and it happen again
You on a block on your own and then you let by your friends
'cause they ain't down to scrap, just wanna ride in 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 caught up in the heat, not a can stitch you
Nobody movin with you, 'cause you really 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
or die, either or, my blood 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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