Luyện nghe bài hát Incarcerated

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

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

Look, got me locked up in O-Z
Stay the from around me, ya niggas 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 hind
Screamin' the world ready to go to war
I focused, keep my eyes on the uniforms
They laugh with us but them wanna do us harm
I'm pumpin' iron you can see the in my eyes
Whoppin' you motherfuckers, prepare to
Incarcerate me if you wanna but my gon' always be free
And on the streets nigga that they shootin' at me
I get used to this food, this shit is making me sick
Plus half niggas in here done took that dick
Head waitin' on my day to escape
But fuck the barbwire I'm goin' the gate

x2]

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

x2]

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

x2]