Luyện nghe bài hát Jail Shit

(Sean Price)
Who this? Sean Price, groovy
a body cop out to a two to six
Less the charge, yo, don't even the sarge
That's my girl pops, why you she bless the God?
Weed and dope, anything you need to
For the kids, netas, b's and lokes
Percent niggaz, aiyo, peace God
Knife in ya hand, trynna get a 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, 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 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 to the streets, niggaz raising hell
Fightin', cuttin', damn it's the as jail
Only the grimey get over, no making bail
Get torn at the frame, if ya frame is

(Sean Price)
I hope and pray my first born, be next to
Tie it up, weights, playin' chess with stones
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, 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 puff on the
my first floor, pa, never focused, free
But corner for smoking weed
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 easy, how the fuck, can you be calm
Looking bad, son, niggaz deep as hell
all my motherfuckin' peeps is frail
It's me, Killa, Rum Dick, Psyche 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' I've been real, yo

(Chorus 2X)