Luyện nghe bài hát Protective Custody

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

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

{main (of mood)}
We dealing with narcs and
Deaths parking spaces
hearts are races, or higher dark places
Brutality on faces, car chases
Incarceration, unite so we can the nation

You got the to remain silent and at the same time
You got the right to remain and aim nines
They got no love for, just for you
Who want it? I fight back like a rat when he
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 to give

{tiye
Yo yo, the spokesqueen, one tiye phonenix
The black venus
Dopper tae bo, every man, woman and child know
We force against the shooters of diallo
And now there sure to lose like at the apollo
For amistad to amadou, attacked in these
The term cop really stands for cappin our
They shot a 40 round, are brother got 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
With a ferocity, seemin as inbread
I stated innocent, but stressing it
You that it was decolit,
It could of an isolated incident
Nothing was found, no hard feelings I 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 the death, shadow is a, nuff of a battle
To the police,
And to rise above the trap of the barrel
My people blood in the streets
I'm never from beast
Can I get a response from all the revolutionaries in piece?
(yeah!!)
What up, 'cause of the way we think they want to us
They think time will break us, but time won't us

I rock a vest even when I take shots to the
The type that write the word police on a car
I resent you, gettin off 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 to drink
how many cats died, slaid by the beast
That night, 5-0 held in the streets

by el p & mr. len of company flow*

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

{jah-born (of green)}
Y'all seen the front 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 cops be killin me
all I see is just us
Gettin knocked locked and bust, without a discussed
Nypd, should be
I deal with the swine, don't want swine dealin with me

what? }
These shot happy motherfuckers legally to blaze
With raised triggas and cocked back with to fake figgas
Who black and innocent, fuck it get militant
Run up in the precint, strapped with
With clips loaded, aimed at there heads
in the feds, double 20 plus one round to blood red
Revenge, we must to avenge my brother, we coming
The first sister holdin the

forte}
El capitano my guns high
I run from new york 'cause I'm
The I'm in it, half street, half academic
I memorize my stash number, the flash
Ya pig stinch, plus your badge
Ya precinct, and the lad you served under
I'm probaly grinding drugs, from hittin the kitchen
A black man in a pretty car fit the description
You informed quick
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 then you let by friends
'cause they ain't down to scrap, just wanna ride in benz
But the cops is on the beat, that's when the party begins
a karate picture, the way the mop the floor with ya
All caught up in the heat, not a doctor can you
movin with you, 'cause you really ain't bout it
Now fear in your heart, and there's blood in your mouth
It's like something we never before
It's like we dreamed it all
Live or die, either or, my blood is what fiending for
My people's for the justice we deserve
Set 41 back, we 22 in the curb

scratching*