Luyện nghe bài hát Incarcerated Scarfaces - Raekwon

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

Thug style attract millions
Fans, understand my plan
Who's the kid up in the Land?
Me and the RZA connect, a fuse, you lose
Half-ass crews get and bruised
Fake be frontin, heads niggaz be wantin
Shuttin your slot; time for pumpin
sting which thumps up and act chumps
Raise a heavy
But yo, guess who's the Trump?
Dough be flowin by the
Wu, we got the collars,
Word life, peace to power and my whole
Word up! Quick to set it, wet it
Real niggas lick shots, peace

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

Chef'll shine like marble, rhyme
Real raise up, spend your money, argue
But this time is for the
Go head and rhyme to it, big mics is gettin fired
Morphine chicks be burnin chlorine
Niggaz recognize from to Baltimore to Fort Greene
But hold up, Moet be tastin throw-up
My mob roll up, to death whips rolled up
Ya never had no wins, slidin in these dens wit
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, rap niggaz who fax
lyrics is wack nigga
Can't stand unofficial, wet tissue, bustin Scud missles
You rollin Trump, you get your meat lumped
For real, just slang rap democracy
Here's the policy, slide off the ring, plus the
Check the status, to see me at
Caesar's eatin salads
We mics and the keys to Dallas
I rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell
From we at to my man's cell
From staircase to stage, minimun
But soon to get a in RapPage
But all I is my house, my gat, my Ac
Bank fat - it's goin' down like that
And the French but let me speak Italian
Black Stallion, on Shaolin
means the island of Staten
And niggaz gats and mad police from Manhattan

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

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

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

ditto
Get lifted in the