Luyện nghe bài hát Jail Shit

(Sean Price)
Who this? Price, groovy shit
a body cop out to a two to six
Less the charge, yo, don't even stress the
That's my girl pops, why you she bless the God?
Weed and dope, anything you 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' left to do, but out ya piece, god
Dig in they face, until you it to piece, god
Here are some things, wrong, fearing no things
Set it off for the German, do a year in the
grow dredlocks, did a bid in the bing
You them blow 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
the grimey get over, ain't no making bail
Get at the frame, if ya frame is frail

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

(Chorus)

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

(Chorus 2X)