Luyện nghe bài hát Uncle Bobby & Jason Keaton

[Verse 1: Lamar]
I was on the couch reading yellow paper
A in reply, 7 days later after I wrote 'em
"Stay strong, keep faith in God," what I told him
that he's listening
Said that they tried to give him like a hundred
What a coincidence, I was some Plies
I can taste the salt from my
As the had start to flood on my eyes
I know it be hard being 21
Doing time in the pen and Gram's old
Your getting older
And the streets is getting
And hoping that he's focused to stay on the right road
Sleeping in a cell, it's 30 weeks
Ain't recieved any
It's cold and the stinks
And you can't even without niggas testing your life
As I read every that you write, I can only imagine
Jason Keaton, I can only

[Hook:
Life's decisions man
in your hand and you got it
Just control if you can
It's in hand and you got it

[Verse 2: Kendrick
Sitting on the couch, that was my Bobby
After he just got out, 15 to count
Haven't seen the world in so
Haven't seen a girl in so
And before the sun came up, he was
a fiend off the best rock
Trying to get his life together, or not
his name in the system and they couldn't find his identity
Got it straight, got a place, found serenity
Found a job, found his Mother's grave site, found a 40
Then he found God, he bounced, then he found a new chick
Two kids, hips, found something in her we didn't see
Found this in Pasadena and shack with her, an investment
Then found guilty, somebody had yelled
Violence on my Uncle, was working with two
out a year, now facing life
I can imagine
fucked up
I can imagine, Uncle Bob

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

We're being

The truth shall be

[RIP Uncle Bobby 2]