Luyện nghe bài hát Incarcerated

talking]
So cha' back here for
Yeah, ya time
Want to meet some people of mine, ya heard me
Over here we got ,uh, David Banner, Tira,
counts to Mr. Magic, Blaxuede
And we do it like this here, ya heard me

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

Look, they got me up in O-Z
Stay the from around me, ya niggas don't know me
Ya me, ya better down me
ask, I'm a hustler
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 us but them bitches wanna do us harm
I'm iron you can see the fire in my eyes
Whoppin' you motherfuckers, prepare to
Incarcerate me if you but my mind gon' 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 in here 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 fuck is you bitch, label me a
Deal with any nigga when doin' get critical
crewed out cause I was tryin' to get too physical
Now I'm in this room, coughing and raising my
Behind bars, fist in the yard
I'ma spending nights in the morgue
Look, more ticket to spend his with the Lord
He think he it out, take it out
Now my talkin' bout breakin' out
Look, I told that fool it was
Too much of an
If you get caught you know what them do
He had to quit more time, hospital
Actin' like he didn't know them people too
Don't he look familiar, in chains
You make me wanna ya, ya think it's a game
His uniform and his make him think he the man
I take it, have to face it, the people got us

x2]

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

x2]