Luyện nghe bài hát Jail Shit

(Sean Price)
Who this? Price, groovy 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
and dope, anything you need to smoke
For the kids, netas, b's and lokes
Percent niggaz, aiyo, peace God
Knife in ya hand, get a damn piece, god
nothin' left to do, but pull out ya piece, god
Dig in face, until you tear it to piece, god
are some things, over wrong, fearing no things
Set it off for the German, do a in the bing
Either dredlocks, did a bid in the bing
You them blow head bop, queer in the bing
You should hang it up, pa, can't this stuff
But wait, pops died, go to wake in

(Chorus: Rock)
You come home to the streets, niggaz raising
Fightin', cuttin', damn it's the as jail
Only the grimey get over, no making bail
Get at the frame, if ya frame is frail

(Sean Price)
I hope and pray my first born, be 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, change
But when I, come home, you know the God won't
I'm bluffin' for real, girl you the fuck is the deal
Soon as I touchdown, I to puff on the real
Bang my first floor, pa, never focused,
But violation for smoking weed
As the cop me, as I toot to a cell
With a smile, but inside I'm feeling as hell
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
Niggaz being easy, how the fuck, can you be
Looking bad, son, them niggaz as hell
all my motherfuckin' peeps is frail
It's me, Killa, Rum Dick, Psyche and Will
Dee and a crackhead Mike from the ville
If I die, yo I'm going out knives in they grill
All my motherfuckin' life I've real, yo

(Chorus 2X)