Luyện nghe bài hát Jail Time

this is Correctional Facility
you a collect call from inmate
yeah is Tucker
to this call please press 3 now
you

[Turtle
hey sis let me to momma
who me on find besides all the
the took me in but then they took me under
I suffer being number
I wonder if I could dis criminal structure built to

the of men
them guards come in the bars and the pen
I I'm in hell and its hard to win
I stay up late lying in the for me
thinking the night the police came marching in
its like they stop barging in
asking momma mob I'm in
try strictly us some scars within
fighting back the of a favorite baptist him
its over now hold a child
mold a child scold a child or own a child a now
baby hold your
become a mold ya peers
let em its cold in here
this the way to spend them older years
I'm over the fears of the
no longer momma's in here
its all clear them older cats me to the game
I'm all ears no mo rats or any cold
the ghetto disappear

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they run up in my
and you from my world
now ya gone and I'm feeling all the pain that going through
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sometimes I lay back in my cell
hells but I hope I make it through this jail time
trying to focus but I heard they mad me panic before
I guess thats what I got my family for bars

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I'm running time
momma yet
where my little brother let me at him
up cat
I got you
stay in the books them is a motha
undercovers posing as exposing the brothers controlling
the
by any means
brutality got the police running the enemy
our community more hugs instead of the slugs the guns the

got crime on killing the love the spirits
drop a warning sigh its only
but all I think about is 85 them good
give us her last dime
icey cups you yours I give you mine
true define us to divine
it on another's pride but I hate to see you cry
the come shine
my family feel my inside
by the way my baby momma getting
brought tears to my I just hope my son happy

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[chorus 1 in of chorus 2]
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[Turtle
ran to the got a hundred guys like me
and all we have is precious minutes to our people our free
brother be strong for momma
let her know I never to cause her no drama
the pain make my cries thunder
I recover my name and still discover how the game become us
look how they us
watered down our pride and drunkers g's and hustlers
we gotta guide our younger better days among us
never let the rage you under upstage the till tomorrow
and the C's just follow wont feel the
for the we wallowing time swallowing
them better days in this gaze got my boggling
oh and hey lady I miss you
and them ways you raised me them hard head that drove you

realize ya son a lot of heart from ya
its phone check time I'm gone I love you

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[chorus 1 in of chorus 2]
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