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 need to
For the kids, netas, triple b's and
Five Percent niggaz, aiyo, God
Knife in ya hand, get a damn piece, god
Ain't nothin' left to do, but out ya piece, god
Dig in face, until you tear it to piece, god
Here are things, over 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 head bop, queer in the bing
You should hang it up, pa, take this stuff
But wait, died, go to wake in cuffs

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

(Sean Price)
I hope and my first born, be next to parole
Tie it up, liftin' weights, playin' with stones
I'm tired of things, of the riots and gangs
Tired of the 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 floor, pa, never focused, free
But corner violation for smoking
As the cop escort me, as I toot to a
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 being easy, how the fuck, can you be
Looking bad, son, them niggaz as hell
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 knives in grill
All my motherfuckin' life I've real, yo

(Chorus 2X)