Luyện nghe bài hát Jail Time

this is Correctional Facility
you have a call from inmate
this is Tucker
to accept call please press 3 now
you

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

the of men
when guards come in the bars and the pen
I I'm in hell and its hard to win
I stay up lying in the dark for me
thinking bout the night the police came in
its like they wouldn't barging in
asking what mob I'm in
try left us some scars within
back the lyrics of a favorite baptist him
its over now hold a child
mold a child scold a child or own a a soldier now
hold your tears
become a teacher ya peers
let em its cold in here
this ain't the way to spend older years
I'm over the of the world
no longer momma's pearl in
its all clear them older cats school me to the
I'm all no mo rats or any cold beers
the ghetto disappear

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they run up in my
and took you from my
now ya gone and I'm all the pain that your going through
[chorus 1 in of chorus 2]
2]
sometimes I lay in my cell crying
hells blind but I hope I it through this jail time
to stay focus but I heard they mad me panic before
I guess thats what I got my family for bars

[Turtle
I'm running outta
there yet
where my brother let me holla at him
up cat
I got you
in the books them streets is a motha
undercovers as hustlers exposing the brothers controlling
the
struggle by any
got the police running like the enemy
our community need more hugs instead of the slugs the the

got crime on the love the spirits above
drop a warning sigh its 1999
but all I think about is 85 them good
momma give us her last
icey cups you drop yours I you mine
love define us to divine
calling it on pride but I hate to see you cry
the rain come
my feel my pain inside
by the way my baby momma getting
tears to my eyes I just hope my son happy

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[chorus 1 in background of 2]
2]

[Turtle
ran to the phone got a hundred guys me
and all we have is precious minutes to our people our free
brother listen be strong for
let her I never meant to cause her no drama
the pain my vain cries thunder
will I recover my and still discover how the game become us
how they done us
watered down our pride and drunkers riders g's and
we gotta guide our younger better days among us
never let the rage you under upstage the promise till
and the C's follow wont feel the sorrow
for the we wallowing time swallowing
them better days in this gaze got my boggling
oh momma and hey lady I you
and them ways you raised me them hard head things that you

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

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[chorus 1 in of chorus 2]
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