Luyện nghe bài hát Protective Custody

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

& main 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, gold pot
Dt: loan glocks, shots, set off like we sold rocks

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

You got the right to remain and at the same time
You got the right to violent and aim nines
They got no for, just slugs for you
Who it? I fight back 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? to live, without the nonsense
You dying to

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

{brezzly (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 sure it was decolit,
It of been an isolated incident
Nothing was found, no hard feelings I fight bad
Strutting like keith christ huttin the site

{talib
goes out to mc's who used 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 rise the trap of the barrel
My people spill in the streets
I'm never from beast
Can I get a from all the revolutionaries in this piece?
(yeah!!)
What up, of the way we think they want to incarcerate us
They think time will break us, but time won't us

I rock a vest even when I take to the balls
The type that write the word police on a car
I resent you, 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
That's how many cats died, slaid by the
That night, 5-0 held caught in the

by el p & mr. len of company flow*

Petrofied venomist, school yard outcasts
disfunctional world of redneck garbage
Community out, seekin power over
from miniscule shit court
And sexual activity style,
Need of when 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 kumbaya to the tune of a man dying

(of medina green)}
Y'all seen the front page? black 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 be killin me
all I see is just us
Gettin knocked locked and bust, without a word
Nypd, should be
I don't deal with the swine, want swine dealin with me

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

forte}
El capitano keep my guns
I run from new york I'm alumni
The I'm in it, half 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 the kitchen
A man in a pretty car will fit the description
You informed 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 ain't down to scrap, just wanna ride in your
But when the cops is on the beat, that's 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
Nobody with you, 'cause you really ain't bout it
Now there's in your heart, and there's blood in your mouth
It's like something we seen before
It's almost we dreamed it all
Live or die, or, my blood is what they fiending for
My people's screamin for the justice we
Set 41 back, we 22 in the curb

scratching*