Luyện nghe bài hát Incarcerated

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

[Hook: Magic & ] (x2)
They got us (Damn)
20 to life is what I'm (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 fuck from around me, ya don't know me
Ya cross me, ya better me
Better ask, I'm a
up the toothbrush and go for the jugular
You see me holdin' on these hind
Screamin' fuck the ready to go to war
I focused, keep my eyes on the uniforms
They laugh with us but them bitches wanna do us
I'm pumpin' iron you can see the fire in my
Whoppin' you motherfuckers, prepare to
Incarcerate me if you wanna but my 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 niggas in here took that dick
Head waitin' on my day to escape
But the barbwire I'm goin' over the gate

x2]

Hold up, who the is you bitch, label me a criminal
Deal with any when doin' times get critical
Cops out cause I was tryin' to get too physical
Now I'm in this room, coughing and my genitals
Behind bars, fist in the yard
I'ma spending nights in the morgue
Look, more ticket to his life with the Lord
He think he it out, take it out
Now my cellmate talkin' bout out
Look, I told fool it was impossible
Too of an obstacle
If you get caught you know them cops'll do
He had to quit time, personal hospital
Actin' like he didn't know them people too
Don't he look familiar, niggas in
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 partners that ain't comin' home
Two calls on the phone
Still touch the cause I Jones
Still cuss the heat of Jones
a bitch that you own
Behind bars that'll be chrome
Where T on, let it be known
His gone
Roam and become straight
Graduated from col, heard he got moved Californ
it out the crib got him caught
Two miles from the state
Eight blocks from the
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 see him, be a dead man walkin' to him
Unless he died from natural cause, they'll execute his ass

x2]