Luyện nghe bài hát Incarcerated Scarfaces - Raekwon

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

Thug related attract millions
Fans, they understand my
Who's the kid up in the green
Me and the RZA connect, a fuse, you lose
Half-ass get demolished and bruised
Fake be frontin, hourglass niggaz be wantin
down your slot; time for pumpin
Poisonous which thumps up and act chumps
Raise a generator
But yo, who's the black Trump?
be flowin by the hour's
Wu, we got the collars,
life, peace to power and my whole unit
Word up! to set it, don't wet it
Real niggas lick shots, peace

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

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
chicks be burnin like chlorine
Niggaz recognize from to Baltimore to Fort Greene
But up, Moet be tastin like throw-up
My mob roll up, dripped to death rolled up
Ya never had no wins, slidin in these dens wit
Wit Mac-10's and friends
Ya got guns, got guns too, up son, do
You want to for cash and see who Sun too?
I probably wax, tax, rap niggaz who fax
Niggaz lyrics is wack
Can't stand unofficial, wet tissue, blank bustin missles
You rollin like Trump, you get meat lumped
For real, it's slang rap democracy
Here's the policy, slide off the ring, plus the
Check the status, to see me at
Caesar's Palace eatin
We mics and the keys to Dallas
I move rhymes retail, make sure shit sell
From where we at to my cell
From to stage, minimun wage
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 French but let me Italian
Black Stallion, dwellin on
means the island of Staten
And niggaz carry and mad police 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 for barber shop niggaz in the Plaza
asthma, Rae is stickin gun-flashers
Well-dressed, skatin through the projects wit big
Broke elevators, the lights out, stick one
Upstairs, swithc a chameleon
Hip Brazilians, the cash or leave your children
the buildin
Niggas, yo they be like envelopes under pressure
Like Lou on coke
Yo, Africans denyin niggaz up in yellow
Musty like funk, wavin they arms, the
Sit back, coolin like on rocks
On the crack spots, rubberband 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, 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 incarcerated

Politic
Get lifted in the