Luyện nghe bài hát Incarcerated Scarfaces - Raekwon

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

Thug related style attract
Fans, they my plan
Who's the kid up in the green
Me and the RZA connect, a fuse, you lose
crews get demolished and bruised
Fake be frontin, heads niggaz be wantin
Shuttin down slot; time for pumpin
Poisonous which thumps up and act chumps
Raise a heavy
But yo, guess who's the Trump?
Dough be by the hour's
Wu, we got the collars,
Word life, peace to and my whole unit
Word up! Quick to set it, wet it
Real niggas lick shots, kinetic

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

Chef'll shine like marble, remarkable
Real niggaz raise up, spend your money,
But this time is for the
Go head and rhyme to it, big mics is gettin fired
Morphine be burnin like chlorine
Niggaz recognize from to Baltimore to Fort Greene
But hold up, Moet be tastin throw-up
My mob up, dripped to death whips rolled up
Ya never had no wins, slidin in these wit Timbs
Wit Mac-10's and friends
Ya got guns, got too, what up son, do
You want to battle for cash and see who Sun
I probably wax, tax, smack rap who fax
lyrics is wack nigga
Can't stand unofficial, wet tissue, bustin Scud missles
You like Trump, you get your meat lumped
For real, it's just rap democracy
Here's the policy, off the ring, plus the Wallabees
Check the status, to see me at
Caesar's Palace eatin
We beatin mics and the to Dallas
I move rhymes like retail, make sure sell
where we at to my man's cell
From staircase to stage, 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 the French but let me speak Italian
Stallion, dwellin on Shaolin
That means the of Staten
And niggaz carry gats and mad police from

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

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

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

Politic
Get in the staircases