Luyện nghe bài hát The Invitation

Ain't nothin' stoppin' murderin' in Metropolis
I the poor profitless corner monopolipis
The pessimist outnumber the on the block and it's
Coppers that got cause I can feel them watchin' us

If only they knew what we had a of
They probably swarm in without a warning pointin' at us
Get but this is gettin' us paid
So at a very age we learned the tricks of the trade

coke to cooking it to chipping it with the blade
To and pitchin' to gettin' rid of it in a raid
Most of us would never get to stage, it's lawyers and bail
Hell, we're to get stiffed in the cage

And it's crazy we be out days upon days
Makin' just enough to get some licks, some and some haze
It's a damn shame we're placed in a no win
The party is in the pen and the blow is the

Rikers Island, you don't
all day, you don't stop
Hold it down in Rahway, you don't
You strive in Elmira, you don't stop

Sullivan, Kelso and you stop
All my peoples Auburn, you stop
And but not least for the sure shot
the abandoned nation

Teresa baby, got a bad habit of smoking money up
She gettin' some paper
But saved for a tummy tuck
Little man hungry as fuck, he one years old
But knows he's unlucky and

As he grows he gets bitter now he up in class
He curses his out, tellin' them they can kiss his ass
Soon as he pass his mama whoppin' his ass
His pops is not around, the boy is down

Not twelve months later
He on 40oz and pissin' in elevators
Idolizin' the guys with big rides that gettin' quick
And now he despises the shit

He thirteen, goin' on twenty six and a
His only is to have bricks and a stash
Poppin' the clutch and hittin' the gas, so he dabblin'
In the coke game pitchin' for

Now he in a cell with an unpeculiar bail
He to make a sale to an unfamiliar male
Who was an undercover cop, his is at the station
The party is in the pen and the blow is the

and Clinton, you don't stop
North Branch, Connely, you stop
Hurstville, Bunker Hill, you stop
Greenville, James River, you stop

(Verse 3: Saigon)
The is in the pen and the government is promotin' it
That's the reason I don't be believin' in all this shit
They the coke in this bitch, ain't no poppy seeds
In the p's please, there's but a whole lot of hopelessness

where all the focus is, makin' sure all the blacks
Stay in the back the same place that, uh, is
How can they lie such compulsiveness
We just sit around acting like this is how we supposed to

Fuck outta here, I can swear in a year
I'll have these suckas in explainin' why the they still got us here
This treated like shit, still gettin' beat
With nightsticks, still attractin' in my six

That's why we ride still Bacardi and the Gin
why you tryna invite me to the party in the pen
The body get your ass up in the VIP
And the burner get you in without showing your ID

The that'll get you in, especially if you cook it up
You RSVP to the in the P
Saigitty, I am the truth
I ain't one of these kids that lie to the youth, I'm proof

in the house, it don't stop
Sing Sing, uh, you stop
Attica, on, you don't stop
And Attica, come on, you stop

Out in Greenhaven, you stop
And what it do Rahway, you stop
Out west in Lompoc, you don't
Is San in the house and you don't stop

in Ironwood, you don't stop
What about Aronhill, you don't
North Branch, do it up, you don't
Over in Connelly, you stop

Saigon the Yardfather, you stop
Just Blaze on the beat, he it hot
And last but not least for the shot
It's the abandoned

Comstock's in the hands up
Sing in the house hands up
in the house hands up
Greenhaven's in the hands up

Rahway's in the house up
in the house hands up
Elmira's in the hands up
Sullivan's in the hands up