Luyện nghe bài hát The Invitation

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

If only they knew we had a pocket of
They probably swarm in without a pointin' glocks at us
Get down but is gettin' us paid
So at a very tender age we learned the tricks of the

Copping coke to cooking it to chipping it the blade
To baggin' and pitchin' to gettin' rid of it in a
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 here days upon
Makin' just enough to get some licks, some 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

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

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

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

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

Not even twelve months
He suckin' on and pissin' in elevators
Idolizin' the guys with big rides that quick paper
And now he despises the 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 game pitchin' for

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

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

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

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

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

That's why we ride still drink 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 your ID

The that'll 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 lie to the youth, I'm living proof

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

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

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

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

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

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