Luyện nghe bài hát The Invitation

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

If only they knew what we had a of
They probably swarm in a warning pointin' glocks at us
Get down but this is gettin' us
So at a very tender age we the tricks of the trade

Copping coke to cooking it to chipping it with the
To baggin' and pitchin' to gettin' rid of it in a
Most of us would never get to stage, when lawyers and bail
Hell, happy to get stiffed in the cage

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

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

Sullivan, Kelso and you stop
All my peoples Auburn, you don't
And but not least for the sure shot
It's the nation

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Verse 3: Saigon)
The party is in the pen and the is promotin' it
the reason I don't be believin' in all this votin' shit
They the coke in this bitch, ain't no poppy seeds
In the p's please, there's nothing but a whole lot of

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

in the house hands up
Lompoc's in the hands up
Elmira's in the house up
in the house hands up