Luyện nghe bài hát Jail Time

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

[Turtle
hey sis let me speak to
who me on besides all the drama
the system took me in but they took me under
I being another number
I wonder if I could conquer dis criminal 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
momma what mob I'm in
try strictly left us some scars
fighting back the of a favorite baptist him
its over now cant a child
mold a scold a child or own a child a soldier now
baby your tears
become a teacher ya peers
let em know its cold in
ain't the way to spend them older years
I'm over the fears of the
no longer momma's pearl in
its all clear them older cats me to the game
I'm all ears no mo or any cold beers
the ghetto disappear

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

[Turtle
I'm outta time
momma yet
my little brother let me holla at him
up cat
I got you
stay in the books streets is a motha
undercovers posing as exposing the brothers controlling
the
struggle by any
brutality got the running like the enemy
our community need hugs instead of the slugs the guns the

got crime on killing the the spirits above
a warning sigh its only 1999
but all I think is 85 them good times
give us her last dime
icey you drop yours I give you mine
true define us to divine
calling it on pride but I hate to see you cry
the rain come
my family feel my inside
by the way my momma getting married
brought tears to my eyes I just my son happy

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[Turtle
ran to the got a hundred guys like me
and all we have is precious minutes to reach our our free
listen be strong for momma
let her I never meant to cause her no drama
the pain my vain cries thunder
will I recover my and still discover how the game become us
look how done us
watered down our and drunkers riders g's and hustlers
we gotta guide our younger better days among us
never let the rage you under upstage the promise till
and the C's just follow feel the sorrow
for the we wallowing time swallowing
them better days in this gaze got my boggling
oh momma and hey I miss you
and them you raised me them hard head things that drove you

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

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