Luyện nghe bài hát Jail Shit

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

(Chorus: Rock)
You come home to the streets, raising hell
Fightin', cuttin', damn it's the same as
Only the grimey get over, no making bail
Get torn at the frame, if ya frame is

(Sean Price)
I and pray my first born, be next to parole
Tie it up, liftin' weights, chess with stones
I'm of things, tired of the riots and gangs
of the jack mac, caliberas and ten
When I come home, ma, I sware to God, I'ma
But I, come home, you know the God won't change
I'm for real, girl you know the fuck is the deal
Soon as I touchdown, I need to on the real
Bang my 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 getting locked up for no dick

(Chorus)

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

(Chorus 2X)