Luyện nghe bài hát The Invitation

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

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

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

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

Island, you don't stop
Greenhaven all day, you don't
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 last but not for the sure shot
It's the nation

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That's where all the is, makin' sure all the blacks
Stay in the the same place that, uh, Scoliosis is
How can they lie with compulsiveness
We just sit around acting like this is how we 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 treated shit, still gettin' beat
With nightsticks, still heat in my six

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

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

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

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

Saigon the Yardfather, you don't
Just on the beat, he keeps it hot
And but not least for the sure shot
It's the nation

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

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