Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Away The Key

[Verse 1:
They just stop them and frisk, you move real lightly
I they got a contest, ask Bill O'Reilly
Afraid get locked up, they'll throw away the key
They're free to move the sea, you ain't even free
Still retrials, for drug deals, in New York
Overcrowded Louisiana, California sport
Chicago is a wasteland, colder in the summer
No education, programs, now murdering each other
into prisons, most ghetto buildings got bars
When you without shit, go head and worship them cars
The vista from the stoops, Marine billboards, you
And on the block, you got bars, dealers and whores
Father might be gone, or he's working two
at home's an oxymoron, moms working too hard
Latchkey kids, no models, no guidance
No homework, eat some Mickey Ds and get some violence

[Hook: x2
They come with they cars, and they laws, and they
They come at you sideways, no way get off
And your life, you heard, stay away from them cops
And word and your balls, is all that you got

2]
I'm Mr. President, I'm sorry Mr. Senator
I'm sorry Mr. Governor, we can't, her
See this country of ours, see this world of
Was never really yours, we just got a little
Nowadays, you got to deal, all breeds, of all types
I guess you, the type right, to type right, all
Pause, none of us is goblins, except one guy
And was just, one story, told a bunch of damn times
On the real, call this the first hint of a
And when I say some a problem it's not industry jargon
The problem I'm causing, gonna have the CIA
I've seen them the damn picture, I bleed for the orphans
The sick and the starving, the lost ones, stuck no options
It's awesome, like pulling people straight out of their
See we know, it's just us, no justice in this
Rest in peace Ron Arm, forever rich

x2
They with they cars, and they laws, and they bars
come at you sideways, no way you'll get off
And your whole life, you heard, stay away from cops
And word and your balls, is all that you got

3]
So we gonna do, that's the question of course
A lot of human beings, over these thoughts
You got the Rules for Radicals, The Handbook
I threw it all away, let's our own standard
There are more locked up here, anywhere else
Plus, of them on drug charges, most never dealt
Most of them in jail, there cause they smelt
Weed crimes, a hell of a lot of the damn cells
Stand still, we won't, we tall, we all
enough, to say enough is enough, so come on
Shit, ain't to tell, take a little look around
Feel everyone in prison's either black or they brown
And it's kind of hard for me to be, all black and
But I been in the damn system, my friends go down
the wretched of the earth, hit me on the low
And if ask, I pay tax and don't smoke

x2
They with they cars, and they laws, and they bars
They at you sideways, no way you'll get off
And your life, you heard, stay away from them cops
And your word and your balls, is all you got