Luyện nghe bài hát Incarcerated Scarfaces - Raekwon

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, peace incarcerated

Thug related style millions
Fans, they my plan
Who's the kid up in the green
Me and the RZA connect, blow a fuse, you
Half-ass get demolished and bruised
be frontin, hourglass heads niggaz be wantin
Shuttin your slot; time for pumpin
Poisonous sting which thumps up and act
a heavy generator
But yo, guess the black Trump?
Dough be flowin by the
Wu, we got the collars,
Word life, peace to power and my whole
Word up! to set it, don't wet it
Real niggas shots, peace kinetic

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

Chef'll shine like marble, remarkable
niggaz raise up, spend your money, argue
But this is for the uninvited
Go and rhyme to it, big nigga mics is gettin fired
Morphine chicks be burnin chlorine
Niggaz recognize from here to 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, in these dens wit Timbs
Wit and broke friends
Ya got guns, got guns too, up son, do
You want to battle for cash and see who Sun
I wax, tax, smack rap niggaz who fax
Niggaz lyrics is wack
Can't stand unofficial, wet tissue, blank bustin Scud
You rollin like Trump, you get meat lumped
For real, it's slang rap democracy
Here's the policy, off the ring, plus the Wallabees
Check the status, to see me at
Caesar's eatin salads
We mics and the keys to Dallas
I move rhymes like retail, make shit sell
where we at to my man's cell
From staircase to stage, minimun
But to get a article in RapPage
But all I is my house, my gat, my Ac
Bank account fat - it's goin' like that
And pardon the but let me speak Italian
Stallion, dwellin on Shaolin
That means the of Staten
And niggaz carry gats and mad from Manhattan

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

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

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

Politic
Get lifted in the