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, stand up get
The featers of 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 taxes for guns, and wackers
Puttin in their pockets
And lock it I promise

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

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

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 it? I fight 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 trying to live, without the nonsense
You to give

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

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

{talib
goes out to mc's who used to rock in washington square park
Now guiliani got it after dark, so he mastered the art
Of livin the death, shadow is a, of a battle
To the police,
And to rise above the trap of the barrel
My people blood in the streets
I'm running from beast
Can I get a response from all the revolutionaries in piece?
(yeah!!)
What up, 'cause of the way we think want to incarcerate us
They think will break us, but time won't break us

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

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

Petrofied venomist, school yard outcasts
From disfunctional world of redneck
Community out, seekin power over
Confiscate from miniscule court
And repress activity style,
of location 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 sing to the tune of a man dying

(of medina green)}
Y'all seen the front page? 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 that 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, don't want swine dealin me

what? }
These shot motherfuckers legally ready 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
Stay in the feds, double 20 one round to blood red
Revenge, we must return to my brother, we coming
The first sister holdin the

forte}
El capitano keep my guns
I run from new york I'm alumni
The fact I'm in it, half street, academic
I my stash number, the flash number
Ya pig stinch, your badge number
Ya precinct, and the lad you served under
I'm grinding drugs, come from hittin the kitchen
A black man in a car will fit the description
You gettin quick
You racist fuck, I was in it

{mr.
I seen it happen before, and it happen again
You on a block mine on your own and you let by your friends
'cause they ain't down to scrap, just wanna in your benz
But when the cops is on the beat, that's when the party
Like a picture, the way the mop the floor with ya
All up in the heat, not a doctor can stitch you
Nobody movin you, 'cause you really ain't bout it
Now there's fear in your heart, and there's 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 screamin for the justice we deserve
Set 41 back, we 22 in the curb

scratching*