Luyện nghe bài hát Incarcerated Scarfaces - Raekwon

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

Thug related style attract
Fans, they understand my
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 down your slot; for pumpin
Poisonous sting which thumps up and act
a heavy generator
But yo, guess the black Trump?
be flowin 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 niggas lick shots, peace

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

Chef'll shine like marble, rhyme
Real raise up, spend your money, argue
But time is for the uninvited
Go head and rhyme to it, big nigga mics is fired
Morphine chicks be burnin like
Niggaz recognize here to Baltimore to Fort Greene
But hold up, Moet be tastin throw-up
My mob roll up, dripped to whips rolled up
Ya had no wins, slidin in these dens wit Timbs
Wit and broke friends
Ya got guns, got too, what up son, do
You want to battle for and see who Sun too?
I wax, tax, smack rap niggaz who fax
Niggaz is wack nigga
Can't stand unofficial, wet tissue, blank bustin Scud
You rollin like Trump, you get your meat
For real, it's slang rap democracy
Here's the policy, slide off the ring, the Wallabees
the status, soon to see me at
Caesar's Palace eatin
We beatin and the keys to Dallas
I move rhymes like retail, make sure sell
From where we at to my cell
From to stage, minimun wage
But soon to get a in RapPage
But all I is my house, my gat, my Ac
Bank account fat - it's goin' down that
And pardon the French but let me speak
Black Stallion, dwellin on
That means the island of
And niggaz carry gats and mad police Manhattan

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

I do this for barber 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 niggaz up in yellow cabs
Musty like funk, they arms, the Arabs
Sit back, coolin like Kahlua's on
On the crack spots, rubberband wrapped on my
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 real though, let's connect - ditto!
We trade places, get lifted in the staircases
up, peace incarcerated scarfaces

Politic
Get lifted in the