Luyện nghe bài hát Incarcerated

[Fiend
So what cha' back for
Yeah, ya time
Want cha' to meet some people of mine, ya me
Over here we got ,uh, David Banner, Tira,
Head to Mr. Magic, Blaxuede
And we gon' do it this here, ya heard me

Magic & Fiend ] (x2)
They got us (Damn)
20 to life is what I'm facing (Said to em')
Can't seem to get from the cases (Say damn)
My is the only thing I'm chasing (Gotta talk to em')

Look, got me locked up in O-Z
Stay the fuck from around me, ya niggas know me
Ya me, ya better down me
Better ask, I'm a
Sharpen up the and go for the jugular
You see me on these hind bars
Screamin' the world ready to go to war
I stay focused, my eyes on the uniforms
They laugh with us but them wanna do us harm
I'm pumpin' iron you can see the in my eyes
Whoppin' you motherfuckers, prepare to
Incarcerate me if you wanna but my mind always be free
And on the streets nigga remember that they at me
I can't get used to this food, this shit is making me
Plus half these niggas in here done took that
hurtin' waitin' on my day to escape
But fuck the barbwire I'm goin' over the

x2]

Hold up, who the is you bitch, label me a criminal
Deal any nigga when doin' times get critical
Cops crewed out cause I was to get too physical
Now I'm in room, coughing and raising my genitals
Behind bars, fights in the yard
I'ma spending nights in the morgue
Look, more ticket to spend his life with the
He he make it out, take it out
Now my cellmate talkin' bout out
Look, I told that it was impossible
Too of an obstacle
If you get caught you know what them do
He had to quit more time, personal
Actin' like he didn't know people rotten too
Don't he look familiar, niggas in
You make me kill ya, ya think it's a game
His uniform and his badge make him he the man
I can't it, have to face it, the people got us

x2]

I got partners that ain't comin' home
Two collect on the phone
Still touch the street cause I
Still cuss the heat of Jones
Fuck a that you own
Behind that'll never be chrome
ever T on, let it be known
His gone
Roam and straight throne
Graduated col, heard he got moved from Californ
Pumpin' it out the crib got him
Two from the state dramas
Eight blocks from the
If he don't soldier he over
So he got it from the and trife
Got familiar the skills, I done murdered for stripes
the guard for the last time, it was my last time talkin' to him
You see him, be a dead man walkin' to him
Unless he died from natural cause, they'll his ass tomorrow

x2]