Luyện nghe bài hát Jail Time

this is Joliet Correctional
you have a call from inmate
this is Tucker
to accept this call please 3 now
you

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

the of men
them guards come 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
bout the night the police came marching in
its like wouldn't stop barging in
asking momma mob I'm in
try strictly left us scars within
fighting the lyrics of a favorite baptist him
its now cant hold a child
mold a child scold a or own a child a soldier now
baby your tears
a teacher mold ya peers
let em know its in here
ain't the way to spend them older years
I'm the fears of the world
no longer pearl in here
its all clear them cats school me to the game
I'm all ears no mo or any cold beers
the famous disappear

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

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I'm running outta
there 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 need more hugs instead of the slugs the guns the

got crime on killing the love the above
drop a warning sigh its only
but all I about is 85 them good times
momma us her last dime
icey cups you drop yours I you mine
true love 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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[Turtle
ran to the phone got a hundred guys me
and all we have is precious to reach our people our free
brother listen be for momma
let her know I never meant to cause her no
the pain make my cries thunder
will I recover my name and still discover how the become us
look how they us
watered our pride and drunkers riders g's and hustlers
we gotta guide our younger theres better among us
never let the rage you under upstage the promise till
and the C's just wont feel the sorrow
for the misery we time swallowing
them better in this gaze got my mind boggling
oh and hey lady I miss you
and them ways you raised me hard head things that drove you

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

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