Luyện nghe bài hát The Invitation

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

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

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

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

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

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

baby, daddy got a bad habit of smoking money up
She gettin' strippin' paper
But saved enough for a tummy
Little man hungry as fuck, he one years old
But he's unlucky and such

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That's why we ride drink Bacardi and the Gin
That's why you invite me to the party in the pen
The body get your ass up in the VIP
And the burner will get you in showing your ID

The coke that'll get you in, especially if you 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

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

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

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

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

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

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