Luyện nghe bài hát Incarcerated

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

Magic & Fiend ] (x2)
They got us (Damn)
20 to life is what I'm (Said talk to em')
Can't seem to get away from the (Say damn)
My freedom is the only thing I'm (Gotta talk to em')

Look, got me locked up in O-Z
Stay the fuck from around me, ya niggas don't me
Ya cross me, ya better me
Better ask, I'm a
Sharpen up the toothbrush and go for the
You see me on these hind bars
Screamin' the world ready to go to war
I stay focused, my eyes on the uniforms
They laugh with us but them wanna do us harm
I'm pumpin' you can see the fire in my eyes
Whoppin' you motherfuckers, to tire
Incarcerate me if you wanna but my mind gon' be free
And on the streets nigga that they shootin' at me
I can't get to this food, this shit is making me sick
Plus these niggas in here done took that dick
Head hurtin' waitin' on my day to
But the barbwire I'm goin' over the gate

x2]

Hold up, who the is you bitch, label me a criminal
Deal with any when doin' times get critical
Cops crewed out I was tryin' to get too physical
Now I'm in this room, coughing and my genitals
Behind bars, fist in the yard
I'ma spending nights in the morgue
Look, more ticket to spend his life the Lord
He he make it out, take it out
Now my talkin' bout breakin' out
Look, I that fool it was impossible
Too of an obstacle
If you get caught you know what them do
He had to quit more time, hospital
Actin' like he know them people rotten too
Don't he look familiar, niggas in
You make me wanna kill ya, ya think a game
His and his badge make him think he the man
I take it, have to face it, the people got us

x2]

I got partners that never comin' home
Two collect on the phone
Still touch the street I Jones
Still cuss the cause of Jones
Fuck a that you own
Behind bars that'll never be
Where T on, let it be known
His gone
Roam and become straight
Graduated from col, he got moved from Californ
Pumpin' it out the crib got him
Two miles from the dramas
Eight from the Magnolia
If he speak soldier he over
So he got it from the and trife
Got with the skills, I done murdered for stripes
Break the for the last time, it was my last time talkin' to him
You see him, be a dead man walkin' to him
Unless he died from cause, they'll execute his ass tomorrow

x2]