Luyện nghe bài hát Protective Custody

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

{dante & main (of mood)}
Mf: they stoled knots, hold spots, trapped in the 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 and cases
over 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 same
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, tinted, 35 percent
ya neck, to see who's in it
What is my intent? trying to live, without the
You dying to

{tiye
Yo yo, the spokesqueen, one tiye phonenix
The black demalo
Dopper then tae bo, every man, woman and child
We unified force the shooters of diallo
And now there sure to lose like luther at the
For amistad to amadou, attacked in 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 hold it born

{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 inbread
While I stated innocent, but it
You that it was decolit,
It could of been an incident
was found, no hard feelings I fight bad guys
Strutting around like keith huttin the site

{talib
This goes out to mc's who used to rock in washington square
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 blood in the streets
I'm running from beast
Can I get a response all the revolutionaries in this piece?
(yeah!!)
What up, 'cause of the way we think want to incarcerate us
think time will break us, but time won't break us

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

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

Petrofied venomist, school yard outcasts
From world of redneck garbage
Community out, seekin power over
Confiscate miniscule shit court
And repress sexual style,
Need of when standing
of the semi-retarted, or pro defensive
Spontaneous and compasive lying
Package dukes has a lunchbox with a glock
And ku klux decoder
Who sing to the tune of a man dying

(of medina green)}
Y'all seen the front another 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 that be me
all I see is just us
Gettin knocked locked and bust, without a discussed
Nypd, be nypig
I don't deal with the swine, want swine dealin with me

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

{john
El capitano keep my guns
I run from new 'cause I'm alumni
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 drugs, come from hittin the kitchen
A black man in a car will fit the description
You gettin informed
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 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
Like a karate picture, the way the mop the floor ya
All caught up in the heat, not a doctor can you
Nobody movin with you, 'cause you ain't bout it
Now there's fear in your heart, and there's blood in your
like something we never seen before
It's like we dreamed it all
Live or die, either or, my blood is what they for
My people's for the justice we deserve
Set 41 back, we 22 in the curb

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