Luyện nghe bài hát Incarcerated

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

[Hook: Magic & ] (x2)
got us incarcerated (Damn)
20 to life is I'm facing (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, they got me up in O-Z
Stay the fuck from around me, ya niggas know me
Ya cross me, ya down me
ask, I'm a hustler
Sharpen up the toothbrush and go for the
You see me holdin' on these bars
Screamin' fuck the ready to go to war
I stay focused, my eyes on the uniforms
laugh with 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 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
half these niggas in here done took that dick
Head hurtin' waitin' on my day to
But the barbwire I'm goin' over the gate

x2]

Hold up, who the fuck is you bitch, me a criminal
Deal with any nigga when doin' get critical
Cops crewed out cause I was 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 life with the
He think he it out, take it out
Now my talkin' bout breakin' out
Look, I told that fool it was
Too of an obstacle
If you get caught you know what cops'll do
He had to quit more time, hospital
like he didn't know them people rotten too
Don't he look familiar, niggas in
You make me wanna ya, ya think it's a game
His uniform and his badge make him 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 on the phone
Still the street cause I Jones
Still cuss the heat cause of
Fuck a bitch you own
Behind bars that'll never be
ever T on, let it be known
His mind
Roam and become throne
Graduated from col, 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 soldier he over
So he got it from the dirty and
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]