Luyện nghe bài hát Incarcerated

[Fiend
So cha' back here for
Yeah, ya doin'
Want cha' to meet some people of mine, ya me
Over we got ,uh, David Banner, Tira, Fiend
Head counts to Mr. Magic,
And we gon' do it like here, ya heard me

[Hook: & Fiend ] (x2)
got us incarcerated (Damn)
20 to life is what I'm facing (Said to em')
Can't seem to get away from the (Say damn)
My is the only thing I'm chasing (Gotta talk to em')

Look, got me locked up in O-Z
Stay the fuck from around me, ya don't know me
Ya cross me, ya down me
ask, I'm a hustler
Sharpen up the and go for the jugular
You see me holdin' on these bars
fuck the world ready to go to war
I stay focused, keep my eyes on the
They laugh with us but them wanna do us harm
I'm pumpin' iron you can see the fire in my
Whoppin' you motherfuckers, prepare to
Incarcerate me if you wanna but my mind gon' be free
And on the nigga remember that they shootin' at me
I can't get used to this food, this shit is making me
Plus half these niggas in here done took dick
hurtin' waitin' on my day to escape
But fuck the barbwire I'm goin' the gate

x2]

Hold up, who the fuck is you bitch, label me a
Deal any nigga when doin' times get critical
Cops crewed out cause I was to get too physical
Now I'm in room, coughing and raising my genitals
Behind bars, fist in the yard
I'ma dodge spending in the morgue
Look, more to spend his life with the Lord
He think he it out, take it out
Now my cellmate talkin' bout out
Look, I told that it was impossible
Too much of an
If you get caught you know what cops'll do
He had to quit time, personal hospital
Actin' like he didn't know them rotten too
he look familiar, niggas in chains
You make me wanna kill ya, ya think it's a
His uniform and his badge him think he the man
I can't take it, to face it, the people got us

x2]

I got partners that ain't never home
Two collect on the phone
touch the street cause I Jones
Still cuss the heat cause of
a bitch that you own
Behind bars that'll never be
Where T on, let it be known
His gone
Roam and become throne
from col, heard he got moved from Californ
Pumpin' it out the crib got him
Two miles from the dramas
Eight blocks from the
If he speak soldier he over
So he got it from the dirty and
Got familiar the skills, I done murdered for stripes
Break the guard for the time, it was my last time talkin' to him
You wanna see him, be a man walkin' to him
Unless he died from natural cause, they'll execute his ass

x2]