Luyện nghe bài hát Incarcerated

[Fiend
So what cha' back for
Yeah, ya doin'
Want to meet some people of mine, ya heard me
Over here we got ,uh, David Banner, Tira,
Head to Mr. Magic, Blaxuede
And we gon' do it like this here, ya 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 is the only thing I'm chasing (Gotta talk to em')

Look, got me locked up in O-Z
the fuck 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 world to go to war
I stay focused, keep my on the uniforms
They laugh with us but them bitches do us harm
I'm pumpin' iron you can see the in my eyes
Whoppin' you motherfuckers, to tire
Incarcerate me if you but my mind gon' always be free
And on the streets remember that they shootin' at me
I can't get used to this food, this shit is making me
Plus half these niggas in here done took dick
Head hurtin' on my day to escape
But fuck the barbwire I'm goin' over the

x2]

Hold up, who the fuck is you bitch, label me a
Deal with any nigga when doin' get critical
Cops crewed out cause I was tryin' to get too
Now I'm in this room, coughing and my genitals
Behind bars, fist fights in the
I'ma dodge spending nights in the
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 you know what them cops'll do
He had to quit more time, personal
Actin' like he didn't them people rotten too
Don't he look familiar, niggas in
You me wanna kill ya, ya think it's a game
His uniform and his make him think he the man
I can't take it, have to face it, the got us

x2]

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

x2]