Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Away The Key (No More Prisons)

[Verse 1:
They just stop and frisk, you better move real lightly
I heard got a contest, ask Bill O'Reilly
Afraid you'll get up, they'll throw away the key
They're free to move across the sea, you even free
Still awaiting retrials, for deals, in New York
Overcrowded Louisiana, it's sport
is a wasteland, even colder in the summer
No education, programs, now they murdering each
Born into prisons, ghetto buildings got bars
you live without shit, go head and worship them cars
The from the stoops, Marine billboards, you bored
And on the block, you got bars, drug and whores
Father might be gone, or he's working two
Stay at home's an oxymoron, working too hard
Latchkey kids, no role models, no
No homework, eat some Ds and get into some violence

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

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

x2
They come with 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 them
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 it all away, let's create 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, probably there they smelt
crimes, fill a hell of a lot of the damn cells
Stand still, we won't, we tall, we all
Brave enough, to say is enough, so come on
Shit, ain't hard to tell, a little look around
Feel like everyone in prison's either black or brown
And it's kind of hard for me to be, all and proud
But I been in the system, seen my friends go down
Smell the 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 balls, is all that you got