Luyện nghe bài hát Jail Time

this is Joliet Facility
you have a collect call from
yeah this is
to accept this call please 3 now
you

[Turtle
hey sis let me to momma
who me on find besides all the
the system me in but then they took me under
I being another number
I wonder if I could conquer dis criminal structure to

the of men
when them guards in the bars and the pen
I know I'm in and its hard to win
I up late lying in the dark for me
thinking bout the night the police came in
its like they wouldn't barging in
asking momma mob I'm in
try left us some scars within
back the lyrics of a favorite baptist him
its now cant hold a child
mold a child a child or own a child a soldier now
baby hold your
become a teacher mold ya
let em know its in here
ain't the way to spend them older years
I'm over the of the world
no momma's pearl in here
its all clear them older cats me to the game
I'm all ears no mo rats or any beers
the ghetto disappear

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they run up in my
and you from my world
now ya gone and I'm all the pain that your going through
[chorus 1 in of chorus 2]
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sometimes I lay back in my crying
hells blind but I hope I it through this jail time
trying to stay focus but I heard they mad me panic
I guess what I got my family for behind bars

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I'm running outta
momma yet
where my little let me holla at him
up cat
I got you
stay in the books them is a motha
undercovers posing as hustlers exposing the brothers
the
struggle by any
brutality got the police running like the
our community need more hugs instead of the the guns the

got crime on killing the love the spirits
drop a warning sigh its only
but all I think about is 85 them times
momma give us her last
icey you drop yours I give you mine
true love us to divine
calling it on another's but I hate to see you cry
the rain shine
my feel my pain inside
by the way my baby momma married
brought tears to my eyes I hope my son happy

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2]

[Turtle
ran to the phone got a hundred like me
and all we have is minutes to reach our people our free
brother be strong for momma
let her know I meant to cause her no drama
the make my vain cries thunder
will I recover my name and still discover how the become us
how they done us
watered down our pride and riders g's and hustlers
we gotta guide our younger theres better among us
let the rage you under upstage the promise till tomorrow
and the C's just follow wont the sorrow
for the misery we wallowing swallowing
them days in this gaze got my mind boggling
oh and hey lady I miss you
and them ways you me them hard head things that drove you

realize ya son took a lot of from ya
its phone check time I'm gone momma I you

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