Luyện nghe bài hát Jail Time

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

[Turtle
hey sis let me speak to
who me on find all the drama
the system me in but then they took me under
I suffer being another
I wonder if I could conquer dis criminal structure to

the of men
when them guards 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 bout the night the came marching in
its like they wouldn't barging in
asking momma mob I'm in
try strictly us some scars within
fighting back the lyrics of a baptist him
its over now hold a child
mold a child a child or own a child a soldier now
baby hold your
a teacher mold ya peers
let em know its in here
this ain't the way to them older years
I'm over the fears of the
no longer pearl in here
its all clear them older school me to the game
I'm all ears no mo or any cold beers
the ghetto disappear

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

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

got crime on killing the love the spirits
a warning sigh its only 1999
but all I think is 85 them good times
give us her last dime
icey cups you drop yours I you mine
true love us to divine
calling it on another's but I hate to see you cry
the come shine
my feel my pain inside
by the way my baby momma getting
brought tears to my eyes I just my son happy

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[Turtle
ran to the phone got a hundred like me
and all we have is precious minutes to reach our our free
brother listen be strong for
let her know I never meant to her no drama
the make my vain cries thunder
I recover my name and still discover how the game become us
look how done us
watered down our pride and riders g's and hustlers
we gotta guide our younger theres better days us
never let the rage you under upstage the promise tomorrow
and the C's just follow feel the sorrow
for the misery we wallowing time
them better days in this gaze got my boggling
oh momma and hey I miss you
and them ways you raised me them head things that drove you

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

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