Luyện nghe bài hát Jail Shit

(Sean Price)
Who Sean Price, groovy shit
a body cop out to a two to six
Less the charge, yo, even stress the sarge
my girl pops, why you think she bless the God?
Weed and dope, you need to smoke
For the kids, netas, b's and lokes
Percent niggaz, aiyo, peace God
Knife in ya hand, trynna get a piece, god
Ain't nothin' to do, but pull out ya piece, god
Dig in face, until you tear it to piece, god
Here are some things, over wrong, fearing no
Set it off for the German, do a year in the
Either grow dredlocks, did a bid in the
You them head bop, turned queer in the bing
You should it up, pa, can't take this stuff
But wait, pops died, go to in cuffs

(Chorus: Rock)
You come home to the streets, niggaz raising
Fightin', cuttin', damn it's the same as
Only the grimey get over, ain't no bail
Get torn at the frame, if ya frame is

(Sean Price)
I hope and pray my first born, be to parole
Tie it up, liftin' weights, playin' chess stones
I'm tired of things, tired of the riots and
Tired of the mac, caliberas and ten
When I home, ma, I sware to God, I'ma change
But when I, come home, you the God won't change
I'm for real, girl you know the fuck is the deal
as I touchdown, I need to puff on the real
Bang my floor, pa, never focused, free
But corner violation for weed
As the cop me, as I toot to a cell
a smile, but inside I'm feeling stupid as hell
Man, I'm 29 on 30, kid
Can't be getting locked up for no dick

(Chorus)

(Sean Price)
My is in danger, my son set it off on the emon
Niggaz being easy, how the fuck, can you be
bad, son, them niggaz deep as hell
Realizing all my motherfuckin' peeps is
It's just me, Killa, Rum Dick, Psyche and
Dee and a crackhead named from the ville
If I die, yo I'm going out with knives in grill
All my motherfuckin' life I've real, yo

(Chorus 2X)