Luyện nghe bài hát Incarcerated Scarfaces

Now yo yo, whattup yo, is runnin out
It's for real though, let's connect - ditto!
We could trade places, get lifted in the
Word up, peace incarcerated

Thug style attract millions
Fans, they my plan
the kid up in the green Land?
Me and the RZA connect, a fuse, you lose
Half-ass get demolished and bruised
be frontin, hourglass heads niggaz be wantin
Shuttin your slot; time for pumpin
Poisonous sting thumps up and act chumps
Raise a heavy
But yo, guess who's the black
Dough be by the hour's
Wu, we got the collars,
Word life, peace to power and my unit
up! Quick to set it, don't wet it
Real lick shots, peace kinetic

Now yo yo, yo, time is runnin out
It's for real though, let's politic - ditto!
We trade places, get lifted in the staircases
Word up, peace incarcerated

Chef'll like marble, rhyme remarkable
niggaz raise up, spend your money, argue
But time is for the uninvited
Go head and rhyme to it, big nigga is gettin fired
chicks be burnin like chlorine
Niggaz recognize from here to Baltimore to Greene
But hold up, Moet be like throw-up
My mob roll up, dripped to death whips up
Ya never had no wins, in these dens wit Timbs
Wit Mac-10's and broke
Ya got guns, got too, what up son, do
You to battle for cash and see who Sun too?
I probably wax, tax, smack rap who fax
Niggaz lyrics is nigga
Can't stand unofficial, wet tissue, blank bustin Scud
You rollin like Trump, you get your lumped
For real, just slang rap democracy
Here's the policy, slide off the ring, plus the
the status, soon to see me at
Caesar's Palace salads
We mics and the keys to Dallas
I rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell
where we at to my man's cell
From staircase to stage, wage
But soon to get a article in
But all I is my house, my gat, my Ac
Bank account fat - goin' down like that
And pardon the French but let me Italian
Black Stallion, on Shaolin
That the island of Staten
And niggaz gats and mad police from Manhattan

Now yo yo, whattup yo, is runnin out
It's for real though, connect politic - ditto!
We could trade places, get in the staircases
up, peace incarcerated scarfaces

I do this for barber shop niggaz in the
Catchin asthma, Rae is gun-flashers
Well-dressed, skatin through the projects wit big
elevators, turn the lights out, stick one
Upstairs, like a chameleon
Hip Brazilians, pass the cash or leave children
Leave the
Niggas, yo they be like envelopes under pressure
Like Lou Farigno on
Yo, denyin niggaz up in yellow cabs
Musty funk, wavin they arms, the Arabs
Sit back, coolin Kahlua's on rocks
On the crack spots, rubberband on my knots
You bitches who fuck on Sudafeds
Pussy's hurtin, did it for a yard for the Feds
Word up cousin, nigga, I it
Like a 27-inch - believe it!

Now yo yo, whattup yo, is runnin out
for real though, let's connect politic - ditto!
We could places, get lifted in the staircases
Word up, incarcerated scarfaces

ditto
Get in the staircases