Luyện nghe bài hát Caged Bird

[Intro: J.
Yeah, caged
Something like a caged
bird
Yeah,

1: J. Cole]
You a man till you stop chasing your friends, my nigga
Think for yourself, your own plans, my nigga
I'll be lying if I I ain't understand, my nigga
who you gon' follow when the leaders all get swallowed
By reefer clouds and
In and out of county
This is hell, see the young black males in cells
they heads down
And fists clenched tight
Thinking "I could bust a hole through wall
And bitch I might"
just like the caged bird I sing a song
Hoping they open up these and send a nigga home
I cry when I'm
I'm why would God send me here
Knowing that hate us
Knowing that they make us feel we evil so we kill our people
Without a second thought, in lesson taught by OGs
We full of real nigga wisdom, so we
Like real who been stripped of our humanity
I see the judge's eyes, I that he ain't understanding me

[Hook: J.
A bird (Yeah, a caged bird)
(Let little caged bird sing) Caged bird
Yeah, bird
Freedom's an illusion, that's my conclusion
And if it ain't, then how my niggas keep on theirs?
This goes out to childhood friends doin' years
Prison on they backs like souvenirs
We wish that you was
A mother's spilled on this page
A brother's tear spilled on this
How days left?
And can you find when you released
filled up wit' rage
Back on the streets to peep that you still in the cage

[Verse 2:
Well, it's the vet
Turned king slash poet laureate
Used to paint a picture a story of neglect
I could've a shorty drinking 40s on the steps
With a on my lap
With a shorty on the way coming to protect
I could've been a dealer in the with the X
But I'm hardly in the mix and I confess
I definitely got a couple parts in me that I
Is the cup or is it half-full?
I fill mine up with Hennessy, get back to him
I'm just a jazz musician trapped in a rap
You think you for something you on a trap door
it's the, Mr. Introspective
I'm a dreamers dream, a sort of an
I never for the scene but I dreamed of the things
That a Mercedes brings, like slow sex fast women
Drinking cognac I'm grinning
A dress, fat ass in it
But still hit it I'm half-winded
Cause tell me I'm the shit
Well I be hitting all dimes
See I'm caged by the of the blind
I started as a
Turned to a
Put us in our
We was forced to
bout the present day I'm living off the stage
Wonder if a ever get up out this cage
As I