Luyện nghe bài hát Protective Custody

of (mood)}
Yo, move recite
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 the sphere no weak vibe
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 & main (of mood)}
Mf: they stoled knots, hold spots, in the road block
Dt: we globetrot, we pop, running from old cops
Mf: the whole shots, cold plots, gold pot
Dt: glocks, cold shots, set off like we sold rocks

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

You got the right to remain silent and at the time
You got the right to remain and aim nines
They got no for, just slugs for you
Who want it? I back 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, the nonsense
You dying to

phoenix}
Yo yo, the spokesqueen, number one tiye
The black demalo
Dopper then tae bo, man, woman and child know
We unified force against the shooters of
And now there sure to lose like at the apollo
For amistad to amadou, in these streets
The term cop really for cappin our peeps
They shot a 40 round, are got slaughtered down
We push the border now, jahad hold it born down

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

{talib
This goes out to mc's who to rock in washington square park
Now got it locked after dark, so he mastered the art
Of livin the death, is a, nuff of a battle
To the police,
And have to above the trap of the barrel
My people blood in the streets
I'm never running from
Can I get a response all the revolutionaries in this piece?
(yeah!!)
What up, 'cause of the way we think want to incarcerate us
They time will break us, but time won't break us

I rock a vest when I take shots to the balls
The type write the word police on a unmarked car
I resent you, gettin off 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, until there's to drink
That's how many cats died, slaid by the
That night, 5-0 caught in the streets

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

Petrofied little venomist, yard outcasts
From disfunctional world of redneck
bitch out, seekin power over
Confiscate from miniscule court
And repress sexual style,
Need of location when
of the semi-retarted, or pro defensive
Spontaneous and compasive lying
Package dukes has a lunchbox with a glock
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 hit with a rain, or 4 glocks got sprayed
Hey giuliani, was 41 shots
Now my people's got to worry, bout the cops that be me
Justice? all I see is us
knocked locked and bust, without a word discussed
Nypd, should be
I don't with the swine, don't want swine dealin with me

what? }
These shot motherfuckers legally ready to blaze
With raised triggas and cocked with plans to fake figgas
Who black and innocent, fuck it let's get
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 must return to avenge my brother, we
The first sister the lead

{john
El capitano keep my high
I run from new york 'cause I'm
The fact I'm in it, half street, half
I my stash number, the flash number
Ya pig stinch, plus badge number
Ya precinct, and the irish lad you under
I'm probaly grinding drugs, come from hittin the
A black man in a car will fit the description
You gettin quick
You fuck, I was born in it

{mr.
I seen it happen before, and it happen again
You on a block mine on your own and then you let by your
'cause they down to scrap, just wanna ride in your benz
But the cops is on the beat, that's when the party 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 ain't bout it
Now there's in your heart, and there's blood in your mouth
It's something we never seen before
It's almost like we 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 leaving 22 in the

scratching*