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

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

AWKWORD] x2
They come with they cars, and they laws, and 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 your balls, is all you got

2]
I'm sorry Mr. President, I'm Mr. Senator
I'm sorry Mr. Governor, we can't, her
See this country of ours, see this world of
Was really yours, we just got a little bored
Nowadays, you got to deal, with all breeds, of all
I guess you, the right, to type right, all uptight
Pause, none of us is goblins, that 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 shit's a problem it's not industry
The I'm causing, gonna have the CIA watching
I've seen them take the picture, I bleed for the orphans
The sick and the starving, the lost ones, stuck no options
It's awesome, like pulling people out of their coffins
See we know, it's just us, no in this bitch
Rest in peace Ron Arm, forever Elementary

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

3]
So we gonna do, that's the question of course
A lot of human beings, struggled over these
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 dealt
Most of them in jail, probably there they smelt
Weed crimes, a hell of a lot of the damn cells
still, we won't, we stand tall, we all
Brave enough, to say is enough, so come on
Shit, ain't hard to tell, take a little look
Feel like everyone in either black or they brown
And it's kind of hard for me to be, all 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 don't

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