Luyện nghe bài hát Incarcerated

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

[Hook: Magic & ] (x2)
got us incarcerated (Damn)
20 to life is what I'm (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, they got me up in O-Z
Stay the from around me, ya niggas don't know me
Ya me, ya better down me
ask, I'm a hustler
Sharpen up the and go for the jugular
You see me on these hind bars
Screamin' fuck the ready to go to war
I stay focused, keep my on the uniforms
They with us but them bitches wanna do us harm
I'm pumpin' you can see the fire in my eyes
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 get used to this food, this shit is making me sick
Plus half these niggas in here took that dick
Head waitin' on my day to escape
But fuck the barbwire I'm goin' over the

x2]

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

x2]

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

x2]