Luyện nghe bài hát Jail Shit

(Sean Price)
Who this? Sean Price, shit
Catch a cop out to a two to six
Less the charge, yo, don't even the sarge
That's my girl pops, why you think she bless the
Weed and dope, anything you to smoke
For the kids, netas, b's and lokes
Percent niggaz, aiyo, peace God
Knife in ya hand, trynna get a piece, god
Ain't nothin' left to do, but out ya piece, god
Dig in they face, until you it to piece, god
Here are some things, over wrong, 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 hang it up, pa, can't this stuff
But wait, pops died, go to wake in

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

(Sean Price)
I hope and pray my born, be next to parole
Tie it up, liftin' weights, chess with stones
I'm tired of things, tired of the and gangs
Tired of the mac, caliberas and ten
I come home, ma, I sware to God, I'ma change
But when I, home, you know the God won't change
I'm bluffin' for real, you know the fuck is the deal
Soon as I touchdown, I to puff on the real
my first 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 dirty

(Chorus)

(Sean Price)
My life is in danger, my son set it off on the
Niggaz easy, how the fuck, can you be calm
Looking bad, son, them deep 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 knives in they grill
All my motherfuckin' I've been real, yo

(Chorus 2X)