Luyện nghe bài hát Uncle Bobby & Jason Keaton

[Verse 1: Kendrick
I was on the couch reading yellow paper
A letter in reply, 7 days later after I 'em
"Stay strong, your faith in God," what I told him
that he's listening
Said that they to give him like a hundred years
What a coincidence, I was bumping some
I can taste the salt from my
As the water had start to flood on my
I know it be hard being 21
Doing time in the pen and Gram's old
Your brother's older
And the is getting colder
And your hoping that he's focused to stay on the right
Sleeping in a cell, it's 30 weeks
recieved any mail
It's cold and the hole
And you can't even blink niggas testing your life
As I read every word that you write, I can imagine
Jason Keaton, I can only

Javonte]
Life's about man
in your hand and you got it
Just control if you can
It's in hand and you got it

2: Kendrick Lamar]
Sitting on the couch, was my Uncle Bobby
After he just got out, 15 years to
seen the world in so long
Haven't a girl in so long
And the sun came up, he was gone
Like a fiend off the rock
to get his life together, or what not
Typed his in the system and they couldn't find his identity
Got it straight, got a place, found serenity
Found a job, found his grave site, found a 40 ounce
Then he found God, then he bounced, then he a new chick
Two kids, hips, found something in her we didn't see
Found this spot in and shack with her, an investment
Then found guilty, somebody had domestic
Violence on my Uncle, was with two strikes
Only out a year, now life
I can imagine
fucked up
I can imagine, Uncle Bob

[Verse 3: Kendrick
Sitting on the couch, thinking the ratio
Of blacks in as compact in prison
When blacks pack minorities
System grab more of these 18 year
18 year sentence no parole
The state won't
They make the severe, a conspiracy?
That's what I call it, full of shit
A toilet can quick, the government help?
No, put us on death row
Just give us some more guns, then give us some more
Then give us chair, then give us some more rope
Then hang it right there, yeah
It's for all but 90 percent unfair
No
Alcatraz was by a white man
For 5 grand, with to expand
More
So correctionals ain't for rehabilitation
They for grossing a bigger

We're used

The shall be told

[RIP Uncle Bobby 2]