Luyện nghe bài hát The Invitation

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

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

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

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

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

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

Teresa baby, daddy got a bad habit of money up
She some strippin' paper
But saved enough for a tummy
Little man as fuck, he only one years old
But knows he's 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 his mama whoppin' his ass
His pops is not around, the boy is blocked

Not even twelve later
He suckin' on and pissin' in elevators
Idolizin' the guys with big rides gettin' quick paper
And now he despises the shit

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 start
In the game pitchin' for halves

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

and Clinton, you don't stop
North Branch, Connely, you 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 reason I don't be 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 focus is, makin' all the blacks
Stay in the back the same place that, uh, is
How can lie with 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 suckas in explainin' why the hell they got us here
This being like shit, still gettin' beat
With nightsticks, still attractin' in my six

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

The coke that'll get you in, if you cook it up
You RSVP to the in the P
Saigitty, I am the truth
I ain't one of these that lie to the youth, I'm living 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 don't
And what it do Rahway, you stop
Out west in Lompoc, you don't
Is San Quetin in the house and you don't

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

the Yardfather, you don't stop
Just Blaze on the beat, he it hot
And last but not least for the sure
It's the nation

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

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