Luyện nghe bài hát Jail Shit

(Sean Price)
Who this? Sean Price, 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 think she the God?
Weed and dope, anything you 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 dredlocks, did a bid in the bing
You them blow head bop, turned queer in the
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 hell
Fightin', cuttin', damn the same as jail
the grimey get over, ain't no making bail
Get torn at the frame, if ya is frail

(Sean Price)
I hope and pray my born, be next to parole
Tie it up, liftin' weights, playin' chess with
I'm tired of things, tired of the and gangs
of the jack mac, caliberas and ten
When I come home, ma, I sware to God, change
But when I, 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 puff on the
Bang my floor, pa, never focused, free
But violation for smoking weed
As the cop me, as I toot to a cell
With a smile, but inside I'm feeling stupid as
Man, I'm 29 on 30, kid
be getting locked up for no dirty dick

(Chorus)

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

(Chorus 2X)