Luyện nghe bài hát Protective Custody

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

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

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

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

phoenix}
Yo yo, the spokesqueen, one tiye phonenix
The black demalo
Dopper then tae bo, every man, woman and child
We unified 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 stands for cappin our peeps
They shot a 40 round, are got slaughtered 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 wanna know how accidents to rob a new yorker?
And the attrocity,
from the kids set the glock
With a ferocity, seemin as it's
While I stated innocent, but 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 in washington square park
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 to rise above the trap of the barrel
My people spill in the streets
I'm running from beast
Can I get a from all the revolutionaries in this piece?
(yeah!!)
What up, 'cause of the way we think they want to us
They think time break us, but time won't break us

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

*scratching by el p & mr. len of company

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

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

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

forte}
El keep 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 badge
Ya precinct, and the irish lad you under
I'm grinding drugs, come from hittin the kitchen
A black man in a pretty car fit the description
You informed quick
You fuck, I was born in it

{mr.
I seen it happen before, and it could happen
You on a mine on your own and then you let by your friends
'cause they down to scrap, just wanna ride in your benz
But when the cops is on the beat, when the party begins
Like a picture, the way the mop the floor with ya
All caught up in the heat, not a doctor can you
Nobody movin with you, 'cause you really ain't it
Now fear in your heart, and there's blood in your mouth
It's like something we seen before
almost like we dreamed it all
Live or die, either or, my blood is what fiending for
My screamin for the justice we deserve
Set 41 back, we leaving 22 in the

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