Luyện nghe bài hát Jail Time

this is Joliet Facility
you a collect call from inmate
yeah this is
to accept this call press 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 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 stay up late in the dark for me
thinking bout the the police came marching in
its they wouldn't stop barging in
asking what mob I'm in
try strictly left us scars within
back the lyrics of a favorite baptist him
its over now cant a child
a child scold a child or own a child a soldier now
baby your tears
become a teacher ya peers
let em know its cold in
this ain't the way to spend them older
I'm over the of the world
no longer momma's pearl in
its all them older cats school me to the game
I'm all no mo rats 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 all the pain that your going through
[chorus 1 in background of 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 they mad me panic before
I guess thats what I got my 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 them is a motha
undercovers posing as hustlers exposing the brothers
the
struggle by any
brutality got the police like the enemy
our need more hugs instead of the slugs the guns the

got on killing the love the spirits above
drop a warning sigh its 1999
but all I think about is 85 good times
momma give us her dime
icey cups you drop yours I give you
true define us to divine
calling it on another's pride but I to see you cry
the come shine
my feel my pain inside
by the way my momma getting married
brought tears to my eyes I 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 hundred guys me
and all we have is minutes to reach our people our free
brother listen be strong for
let her I never meant to cause her no drama
the pain my vain 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
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 better days in this got my mind boggling
oh momma and hey lady I you
and them you raised me them hard head things that drove you

realize ya son took a lot of heart 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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