Luyện nghe bài hát Jail Shit

(Sean Price)
Who this? Sean Price, groovy
Catch a cop out to a two to six
Less the charge, yo, don't even stress the
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
Five Percent niggaz, aiyo, God
in ya hand, trynna get a damn piece, god
Ain't left to do, but pull out ya piece, god
Dig in face, until you tear it to piece, god
Here are some things, wrong, fearing no things
Set it off for the German, do a year in the
Either grow dredlocks, did a bid in the
You them blow bop, turned queer in the bing
You should hang it up, pa, can't take this
But wait, pops died, go to wake in

(Chorus: Rock)
You come home to the streets, raising hell
Fightin', cuttin', damn it's the as jail
Only the get over, ain't 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, playin' chess with
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 when I, come home, you know the God change
I'm bluffin' for real, girl you know the fuck is the
Soon as I touchdown, I need to on the real
Bang my first floor, pa, focused, free
But corner violation for weed
As the cop me, as I toot to a cell
With a smile, but inside I'm stupid as hell
Man, I'm 29 on 30, kid
Can't be getting up for no dirty 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 deep as
all my motherfuckin' peeps is frail
It's just me, Killa, Rum Dick, and Will
Dee and a crackhead Mike 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)