Luyện nghe bài hát Incarcerated

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

[Hook: & Fiend ] (x2)
got us incarcerated (Damn)
20 to life is what I'm (Said talk to em')
Can't to get away 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 don't know me
Ya me, ya better down me
ask, I'm a hustler
Sharpen up the toothbrush and go for the
You see me holdin' on hind bars
Screamin' the world ready to go to war
I stay focused, keep my on the uniforms
They laugh us but them bitches wanna do us harm
I'm pumpin' iron you can see the fire in my
Whoppin' you motherfuckers, prepare to
Incarcerate me if you wanna but my mind gon' always be
And on the streets nigga that they shootin' at me
I can't get used to this food, this shit is me sick
Plus half these niggas in done took that dick
Head hurtin' waitin' on my day to
But fuck the barbwire I'm over the gate

x2]

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

x2]

I got that ain't never comin' home
Two collect calls on the
Still touch the cause I Jones
Still cuss the heat of Jones
Fuck a bitch you own
Behind that'll never be chrome
ever T on, let it be known
His mind
Roam and become straight
from col, heard he got moved from Californ
Pumpin' it out the crib got him
Two miles from the dramas
blocks from the Magnolia
If he don't speak he over
So he got it from the and trife
Got familiar the skills, I done murdered for stripes
Break the guard for the last time, it was my last time to him
You see him, be a dead man walkin' to him
Unless he from natural cause, they'll execute his ass tomorrow

x2]