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

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

AWKWORD] x2
They with they cars, and they laws, and they bars
They come at you sideways, no way get off
And your life, you heard, stay away from 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 country of ours, see this world of
Was never really yours, we just got a bored
Nowadays, you got to deal, with all breeds, of all
I guess you, the right, to type right, all uptight
Pause, of us is goblins, except that one guy
And that was just, one story, told a bunch of times
On the real, call this the first hint of a
And when I say some shit's a problem it's not jargon
The I'm causing, gonna have the CIA watching
I've seen them take the picture, I bleed for the orphans
The and the starving, the lost ones, stuck with no options
It's awesome, like people straight out of their coffins
See we know, it's us, no justice in this bitch
Rest in peace Ron Arm, Elementary rich

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

3]
So what we do, that's the question of course
A lot of human beings, struggled these thoughts
You got the for Radicals, The Activist Handbook
I threw it all away, create our own standard
There are more locked up here, than anywhere
Plus, most of them on drug charges, most never
Most of them in jail, probably cause they smelt
Weed crimes, fill a 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 hard to tell, take a little around
Feel like everyone in prison's black or they brown
And kind of hard for me to be, all black and proud
But I been in the damn system, seen my friends go
the wretched of the earth, hit me on the low
And if anybody ask, I pay tax and smoke

x2
They come 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 your word and balls, is all that you got