Luyện nghe bài hát Incarcerated

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

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

Look, got me locked up in O-Z
Stay the fuck from around me, ya don't know me
Ya cross me, ya better me
ask, I'm a hustler
Sharpen up the toothbrush and go for the
You see me holdin' on hind bars
fuck the world ready to go to war
I stay focused, my eyes on the uniforms
They laugh with us but them bitches wanna do us
I'm pumpin' you can see the fire in my eyes
Whoppin' you motherfuckers, to tire
Incarcerate me if you wanna but my mind always be free
And on the nigga remember that they shootin' at me
I can't get used to this food, shit is making me sick
Plus half these niggas in here took that dick
Head hurtin' on my day to escape
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 when doin' times get
crewed out cause I was tryin' to get too physical
Now I'm in this room, and raising my genitals
Behind bars, fist in the yard
I'ma dodge spending in the morgue
Look, more ticket to his life with the Lord
He think he it out, take it out
Now my talkin' bout breakin' out
Look, I that fool it was impossible
Too of an obstacle
If you get caught you know what them do
He had to more time, personal hospital
Actin' he didn't know them people rotten too
Don't he look familiar, in chains
You make me kill ya, ya think it's a game
His uniform and his make him think he the man
I can't it, have to face it, the people got us

x2]

I got that ain't never comin' home
Two collect calls on the
Still touch the street cause I
Still cuss the heat cause of
Fuck a that you own
bars that'll never be chrome
Where ever T on, let it be
His mind
Roam and straight throne
Graduated from col, he got moved from Californ
Pumpin' it out the crib got him
Two miles from the dramas
Eight from the Magnolia
If he don't speak soldier he
So he got it from the and trife
Got familiar with the skills, I murdered for stripes
the guard for the last time, it was my last time talkin' to him
You wanna see him, be a man walkin' to him
Unless he from natural cause, they'll execute his ass tomorrow

x2]