Luyện nghe bài hát Incarcerated

[Fiend
So cha' back here for
Yeah, ya doin'
cha' to meet some people of mine, ya heard me
Over here we got ,uh, Banner, Tira, Fiend
counts to Mr. Magic, Blaxuede
And we gon' do it this 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 freedom is the thing 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 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
Screamin' fuck the ready to go to war
I focused, keep my eyes on the uniforms
laugh with us but them bitches wanna do us harm
I'm pumpin' you can see the fire in my eyes
you motherfuckers, prepare to tire
Incarcerate me if you wanna but my mind gon' always be
And on the streets nigga remember that they at me
I can't get used to this food, this shit is me sick
Plus half these niggas in here done that dick
Head hurtin' on my day to escape
But fuck the I'm goin' over the gate

x2]

Hold up, who the fuck is you bitch, label me a
Deal with any nigga when times get critical
Cops out cause I was tryin' to get too physical
Now I'm in this room, coughing and my genitals
bars, fist fights in the yard
I'ma spending nights in the morgue
Look, more to spend his life with the Lord
He think he it out, take it out
Now my cellmate talkin' bout 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 know them rotten too
he look familiar, niggas in chains
You make me wanna kill ya, ya 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 that ain't never comin' home
Two collect on the phone
Still touch the cause I Jones
Still cuss the heat of Jones
Fuck a that you own
Behind bars never be chrome
Where ever T on, let it be
His mind
Roam and straight throne
Graduated from col, heard he got from Californ
Pumpin' it out the crib got him
Two from the state dramas
Eight blocks from the
If he don't speak soldier he
So he got it the dirty and trife
Got familiar with the skills, I murdered for stripes
Break the guard for the last time, it was my time talkin' to him
You wanna see him, be a dead man to him
he died from natural cause, they'll execute his ass tomorrow

x2]