Luyện nghe bài hát Jail Time

this is Correctional Facility
you have a collect call from
yeah is Tucker
to this call please press 3 now
you

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

the of men
them guards come in the bars and the pen
I know I'm in and its hard to win
I stay up late lying in the for me
thinking the night the police came marching in
its like they wouldn't stop in
asking what mob I'm in
try strictly us some scars within
back the lyrics of a favorite baptist him
its now cant hold a child
mold a child scold a child or own a child a now
baby hold tears
become a teacher ya peers
let em know its cold in
this ain't the way to them older years
I'm the fears of the world
no longer momma's pearl in
its all clear older cats school me to the game
I'm all no mo rats or any cold beers
the famous disappear

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they run up in my
and took you from my
now ya gone and I'm all the pain that your going through
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sometimes I lay in my cell crying
hells blind but I hope I make it this jail time
trying to stay focus but I heard they mad me before
I guess thats what I got my family for behind

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I'm running outta
there yet
where my little brother let me at him
up cat
I got you
stay in the them streets is a motha
undercovers as hustlers exposing the brothers controlling
the
by any means
brutality got the police running like the
our community more hugs instead of the slugs the guns the

got crime on killing the the spirits above
drop a sigh its only 1999
but all I think about is 85 them good
momma us her last dime
icey cups you drop yours I you mine
love define us to divine
calling it on another's pride but I to see you cry
the come shine
my family my pain inside
by the way my momma getting married
tears to my eyes I just hope my son happy

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[chorus 1 in of chorus 2]
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[Turtle
ran to the phone got a guys like me
and all we have is minutes to reach our people our free
brother listen be strong for
let her know I meant to cause her no drama
the pain make my cries thunder
will I my name and still discover how the game become us
how they done us
watered our pride and drunkers riders g's and hustlers
we gotta guide our younger theres better days us
never let the rage you upstage the promise till tomorrow
and the C's just wont feel the sorrow
for the we wallowing time swallowing
them better days in this gaze got my boggling
oh momma and hey lady I you
and them ways you raised me them hard head things that you

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

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[chorus 1 in of chorus 2]
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